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Crushed Velvet Night

     
     
[Delirium sighed and parted its heavy lips]      
     
He could taste the cherries now -    
The dreamt haunt; the slayer of his thoughts    
     
That cruel river of surging scent      
raped his mind with glorious intent    
It tore out verses, woven and twisted    
     
It was her!    
with her eyes set to twilight    
     
He could taste the cherries now    
spilling forth their spoiled fix    
     
those fermented waves      
sprawling out where she lay    
     
lifeless and stilled      
in breathless contempt      
     
cradling the silence      
swaying between them    
     
[that murdered, deafening silence]    
     
Swarmed his senses      
choking, mocking, forcing      
him deeper into the rancor of his mind    
     
He could taste the cherries now    
wilting and slipping too far inside    
offering him only her crushed    
velvet night...      
     
     
© 2016 blue angel
Written by blue_angel
Published | Edited 14th Jan 2016
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