Violent Love
Late night rendezvous
the carcass of hope
pecked clean by fever dreams
and relief in pain.
Their macabre passion
infused with action
evolves and invades
the pale, sick ecosystem.
Still, the waning moon
tells no tales.
Their urgency of need
overshadows the pull of light.
The night stumbles forward,
beyond their collective consciousness,
in her dead eyes
and on his swollen lips.
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Date: 21/03/2018
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Copyright © Tamal Kundu | Year Posted 2018
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