black spell night

House of Heart

Drawn by the pull of possibility

I am at war with resistance,

the desperate allure of words

becoming flesh.

A tender momentum of hands

on taut shoulders gently soothing

a tangled bough of willowy knots

powerless to undo a black spell night.

You are kindle igniting the perfect fire.

In the calm of dawn I am a periwinkle

at your pillow,

pale petals of desire bending

to what is golden.

innocensedawn at pinterest

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