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Sorrow



The way you engulf me into you
by your unforeseen arms, 
arched into a narrow circle
that could cushion the depths of my soul

The way your fingers pine me 
into tears,
into love,
into loss,
into the now.

They are huge,
huge with darkness 
that could splay into spring
but they are,
just like your foe
vividly enchanting.

When you divulge into me
with stealth and no shame
creep into my covers
that shall light me to flame

When you kiss me deep 
with your lips as cold as ice
as painful as thorns
that sting into my soul
until it bleeds to foul

When you touch me 
with your fiery fingers
that burn me down to darkness
rave me into madness

You pull me toward 'what is'
and shard my castles 
into a million pieces of waste
you probe me into 
the depths of my soul

I find you 
as erotic 
as enchanting
as intense 
and as beautiful
as 'him'.

You are sorrow

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  1. When you kiss me deep
    with your lips as cold as ice
    as painful as thorns
    that sting into my soul
    until it bleeds to foul


    These lines are so beautiful and realistic. I loved the poem, such a beautiful one! <3

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