April 21, 2013

  • National Poetry Month - day 21

    bella donna dances

    among burning branches and bone

    her loves, cut from brimstone,

    gaze upon her moonstone necklace,

    seek to cut to the chase

    her leather and her lace they seek

    she dances. her mystique,

    gripping the hearts of weak lovers,

    nothing more than adders,

    rich men like beggars for chances

    to rise from the ashes

    their lust consumes, blazes, then fades

     

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