maîtresse de sorts
By Corinthian
under
the wing
of your
hand-fluff
soft image
I lean
over
to him
completely
collapsing
from
an
external
light.
swaying
between
phantoms
into my
throat
silver
willow
I
am
just
a
mouth
that
hums
to you
seamless.
longing
lips
seared
with
pain
born
in a
holy
hour
Hush,
my
darling
mouth
to
mouth
we
have
been
great
sleep
my
heart.
..
...
sleep
I
long.
for
your
taste
in
a glass
of stars.
I
caught
his
breath
in
my
hair
when
the
last
feather
fell
from
the sorrel
tree
he
turned
and
asked
what
is love?
I
said
it
is
the
misery.
as
above
as
so
below
Author's Note:
keep bright the fireComments on "maîtresse de sorts"
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A former member wrote:
What lies beneath your words really makes them glow.....As above as so below. Remarkable ending to a increadible piece
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On Saturday, July 14, 2012, FadedBlues
(2168) wrote:
...if the sun of this planet ever burns out completely, smile, Cori, and the light will return. you are wonder, you are beauty...
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On Friday, July 13, 2012, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Love is universal, be it in heaven or hell, the sublime suffering perhaps, cheers!