The divination of the body,
the swelling of the soul,
my lips meet my animated bride,
my loving enchanted corpse.
Under moon, and stars, and sky,
I bring her back,
I give her life,
my lips meet hers,
so smooth and cold,
the sun is sheepish,
for he has told.
The sunlight makes her shy away,
and she my only love,
I come back after this day,
the twilight is enough,
she peeks about,
from her hiding place,
and I beckon her to me,
my hands hold her peeling face,
my darling, ma cherie.
I pray today, to Shangri-La,
for him my soul to take,
so I can be and with my bride,
the love that we shall make,
for now she is too brittle,
too fragile and so cold,
but if I, myself were a corpse,
our love could quite unfold.
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well done!
it's lovely and dark
luscious layers and textures
that make you want to read every word
even though you know...
she is but a divine corpse!
fabulous writing!
ears/Seattle
BRAVO!
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Was this from a guy's point of view?
Because that would explain a lot...
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Lol yes. It was.
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Awesomely Wicked ..
yet beautifully worded ..
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Wow
amazing wording very well written.
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