deepundergroundpoetry.com

a nether a love

in throes of death we come alive
conceived
a commutation �
strapped to the sins of no other
but us
�
swords held taught
bitten we bleed
from ravenous jaws
of long found lust
saturated in a life's
lost lesson/lessen
thrust
upon the fire
burning amongst throats of (wo)man
�
be damned �
be god-damned
in the distance we run free
�
be not it here
for pleasure lies just past the edges of the sea
where battles shall breed
and we breath
thru the crazy �
these darkened times

^
�
forged to her bosom,
is the (l)on(e)ly thought upon his mind
�
�