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[jiltedparalytic]

How can you assume,
the ardence shall never bloom
windfalls of ivy, mused at your sides
the stroke and struggle
to make you mine.

Ridden, an unfit feather
between flurried breaths
of lust and treasure
an object just to boast
for proof.

Fought, in love
to love you down
in these shrinking walls
scorch the emanation
of city lights
in the mecca of
our eventide

My last kiss
is not the depth
of a shrouded bruise
used, and used,
kindred red of consummation
gleams blue

Not a thing left to do
serve the weight and fury
of this, finished
shuddering in the nude

Find something better
solid, pure, undivided,
a dedication to the moon
because a little bit of
my fragments
ain't good enough
for you.