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Dying of the Light

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One last sunset

Red, violet, goldenrod,

Tangerine, then,

Black.

I meet my maker

Tonight as a

Thousand stars

Flare.

Moon drenched

Night. Beside a

Clear pond of

ebony.

Icy finger tips

Brush the nape of

My neck chilling

Me.

Warm kisses of

Death travel the

Length of my

Arms.

The smell of moist

Earth, a hit of

French perfume

mingles.

A vice grips my

Wrist, closing and

cutting my

tenderness.

A drop or two of

Crimson spills on

My peach sundress’s

Ruffles.

Hot salt and iron

Pours into my open mouth

When I’m too weak to

Stand.

Swooning in his arms

An orgy of flash

And fantasy daring

myself.

Sleepy. Borrowed into

Moist sod. Morning

Will come too soon.

But I will be shielded in

My satin shelter.

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Written by barryr22

March 13, 2010 at 9:15 pm