Mea Culpa
Glistering liquid midnight, whispered her pain to me
Oceans hissing as thoughts scream cruelty,
Bleeding evening; a Citadel by the sea
Strawberry scent by the pyre as fine could be.
For here I fell in love with her
Fleeting, my mistress and her purest lure,
Laden fantasies as she lulled me away
Erotic, poisoned nectar where her legs fully splayed.
A flaccid branch to set me free
She sways beneath a dying tree
- a moonlit halo to attract me thither
My wishes granted to always wither
For She...
Ebon dressed this pearled enchantress
Too broken for love, devout to loneliness,
Her claws of dirt now usher my eyes
My final breath under this menstrual lit sky.
That rigid limb; now tightly strung
Closing bells of the Cathedral rung.
- Death is not too steep a price,
When blood is spent to pay for life.
The last petal fell...
When I descend in my Hell
A bullet for my thoughts as well
Copyright © Jimmy Brouwers | Year Posted 2022
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