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Smelting Heart

I watched him as he smelted ores
And smithed his iron and his gold.
I dressed in sable, wore perfume,
But to his craft, my flesh was cold.

He gave me rings and lunar jewels,
But when I'd kiss him he'd grow wary
He'd delve into his cedar chest,
And pull out his old lapidary.

I'd walk along the old ravine
And day dream that, at last, I'd flung
My body in for the sake of love.
Then later, in the pantheon,
My love would look down on my corpse and - at last!
Love, in my love, would be sprung!

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  • scarlet screams
    July 3

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    Very well done! The fact that the author feels that only if she died, she would get her lover's affection is a sad and interesting idea. Great job, and good luck with my contest!
  • Eusebius
    July 3

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    bravo

    Pretty neat and nifty poem you have here...the first stanza is exceptional, great idea for a poem, great word choice wonder where you came up with them ( ) bravo... bravo... bravo...