that haughty, crooked smile wounded me
on a battlefield best suited for conquered men
i spelled her name with the clotting blood
that ran down these broken, shaking hands
still dreaming of the time they held her heart
her hair blew wildly in the wind
those auburn curls danced redowa waltzes
of twilight fire and shimmering strands
and her eyes…
her eyes were the color of forgotten moons
with soft blue hues of speckled mist
and though I tried to look away, i held her gaze…
and watched these drowning lids betray all hope
with stammering words i sang of those forgotten moments
with lavish treasures found in moonlit nights;
wet, glistening kisses with all the fire of writhing suns
i begged for lies!
i begged for anything but this!
and when my pleas fell to the wind
i buckled forth with lurid sighs,
unsheathed my sword
and watched these hands…
these.broken.shaking.hands.
carve out my empty heart in shame
I held it forth
(a final offering to her)
"take what you will and burn the rest
because it always loved you best."
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