EVENING PERFUMED BY JASMIN

My friend sits
By a lamp
Battered
By velvet moths

Soft panting moths
Crying to die
Aching to lie
In Fire's embrace

Oh stop!
That kiss
Those scarlet lips
The devouring deep
Burns your wings
Steals from you flight
In heated hunger
And burning spite

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Published on October 20, 2014 11:40
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