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The Seventh day
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The dark malevolence of my mistress on the first day
A place I left long ago is revisited upon me
In the eyes of flesh I accepted her sweetened kiss
With a longing hungry open mouth
From dusk till dawn a lover of no less than epic proportions
She’s good, yes oh so very good, in bed and beyond
Doing things to me men can only dream of
The wrongness feels right for nights and days
They soon became lost in each other
Taught the arts of pleasure by the carnal queen herself
No control for me I lost track of time
I need to rest lest I am lost, release was not granted
But finally taken from deep inside her on the seventh day
gone-
like the ray of the sun clutched by thunder's clouds,
the grey converting the blue-
the once sunny sky
now falls with tears,
pleading for sorrow, forgiveness,
any form of guilt until there's hail
and it unfolds.
Emotions take their roll,
rewinding the camera-
the only witness of the disaster,
but still proof.
If only the proof weren't so easily stamped on,
beaten by the wings of the tornado,
swallowed by lightening's threat,
struck once,
twice,
only to realize the third time's a charm,
the third time so rare,
only occurs when vulnerability is shown,
or the neglection of change.
But you don't seem to care,
you've scooped up your remains,
thrown out my heart, stomped on it until it lye flat,
uneven,
extinct.
I can't bare to think you even care,
not even the slightest bit
because this hail falls and the thunder yells at you,
so you've lost sight of the sun,
you've lost sight of reality's touch,
you don't trust the light no more,
then again,
neither do I...