Deceived
By benafim
Deceived She walked towards me across the shingled court yard and her angelic steps shifted not a single stone. Earthly her hips swayed a rose in her long black hair and in her hand a golden tumbler full of morning dew for my aching heart. Deeply I drank and my mind was cleared of cynical cobwebs; I believed in love again, until she opened her mouth and her tongue sensed its pray. Paralyzed long before she bit me, the tumbler fell to the ground and broke like the shell of an Easter egg, the rose in her hair wilted and her eyes were diamond hard when she led me into her den of shiny objects, a home where dust of life was cruelly banned. Slippers she gave me and she hummed when polishing a silent piano. Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 10:15 PM PST 0 • 14
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