Where on this ruby path did our hearts diverge onto shadowed trails
When did our love ride off the edge like Prince Farhad with the dark centre of his florid tulips
We were condemned to be tied forevermore
Just as the dove who soars above calls for their mate even in death
The apples dipped low taunting us to take a bite, but we were forbidden
You gave the apples instead to Aphrodite and she turned your sweet words to wine
Our sweet morning song turned to ravens at twilight
Pecking at what was left of tattered ardency
You were my virtue,
But you chose sin
We were destined to change direction
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Preservation
PoesíaPoetry Collection on preservering in love, sorrow, trauma, and desire
