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runish thorns
on the sleeve of clarity,
i sought a place extending.
amidst an earthly terrace -
unable to breathe.
i surrendered to him 'neath a gilded horizon
where velvet cattails crossed their swords.
tempting my lips to purr -
captivation arose.
after his shadow unraveled my song
whispers of amour were chased afar
nourished not, nor to be sworn -
reflecting nuance, he is a polished stone.
my trembling oath goes untold
a sun-kissed curse, i gathered from his field,
vast and full, a hoard of sharpened quills -
my mind seeks along a ragged ridge.
star-wounded skies beseech -
a man, a woman, a thrill
i attest in knowing,
rain erodes indefinitely, darling.
come lie with me, before the moon pales,
among the withering blooms
allow our lips to savor this -
poetry bound in runish thorns.
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned' - Paul Valery[/font]
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