breadcrumbs
passionfruit
little bird
drowning
rainbow
lost in you
clean
be
blue blood
god
mangled
a wreath
perhaps...
is somebody
keeping score?
fading
drunk
my awakening
the eye of the beholder
...ion
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how charming a thought indeed
a gift to me nature has released!
what ignorant fancy overcame thee young maid?
did you really believe life so easily could be ceased?
i swear to thee now
on my honour as king
i would never give up such a sweet thing
i heard your words on the wind
as they echoed through the green rooms
they were singing to life
that which you judged should be dead
but this...
this sensation is foreign to me...
could this be pity i am feeling
from my heart
cold as the steel
of the trident staff i wield?
curious sentiment grace has aroused
unleashed in me worldly yearnings
so, challenging prudence
and lacking the discipline to suffocate my urge
impulse overwhelms me
i edge my way closer to thee
and glide
silky wetness on tender skin
in glassy, rippling arms enfold
to warm
from the touch of death so cold
back and forth i rock
my treasure's limp, frail body
held tight against me
to soothe away the fury
and wash clean the wounds
with salty water stings
i wonder
will this heavenly virgin
yield to me in gratitude
for saving her from doom as feast
to sea creature and beast?
or will she burn with resentment
at my contemptible weakness
for wanting for myself instead
that which should have been
laid to rest on flower bed
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