
You played the guileless, lost little lamb
Blind to the jolting verity of
Who I am.
Your dark, moonless winter—
Bone-chilling.
You shivered before me, so eager
And willing.
You wrecked me like a raging tempest
Bringing forth heartbreak from the very first caress.
The madness, the sadness
Takes its toll
Shuddering in the embrace that scorches my soul.

Dying Black Rose Image by Ri Butov from Pixabay
Tempest Image by Free Fun Art from Pixabay
Diane, I love this!
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Thank you, Dom! That brings a big smile to my face. It means a lot!
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I think this is my favorite poetic work of yours. Really impactful, strong emotional clarity. Love it!
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Thank you, Amy! I appreciate that so much. It makes me so happy to hear good things about my work.
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You deserve it.
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Aw, thank you xoxo
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