7 veils come crashing down
In a silent pain
The same
As the frightened cries
Of a chaste moon
She is a virgin-
Pale like a dead woman
She dances through the fear
Crashing down
The bleeding heart
Grated with adornment
Of a first romance
Bitter,
Like the taste of wine
The cloud that steeps
And boils the blood
Of lecherous father
So alone in his madness
Who lusts for own kin
Yet continues her dance
Every step closure
Every crash against the marble of her skin
In her heart
Drives the scarlet lips together
I will kiss thy lips Yokanaan
I will kiss thy lips
And at the apex of performance
The begging, fighting and the pleas
Can no longer contain the scarlet
Flushing of her maiden heart
Bloodlust must be satisfied
I will kiss thy lips Yokanaan
I will kiss thy lips
She kills what she loves
and she loves what she kills
With his head in her arms
Their lips can embrace
These bitter feelings taste of love
I have kissed thy lips Yokanaan
I have kissed thy lips
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Miscellaneous Poetry 2018-2019
PoetryA collection of poems recently written- some for entertainment, some for classes.
