The moment, their lips bade embrace, like sanguine flowers
inscribed with woe, oh passion throbbedΒ like
wound from a
blade. She reckoned fit and faced her foe, h
is eyes sapphire
set in snow, silence wrought with
music flowed.

“Let love be fire because I’m the spark, my soul propitious I
govern the dark.”Perched ‘neath his austere stare, her heart
cried out withΒ righteous air. “I ask not promise nor offer you
pledge, don’t push me because I’m closeΒ to edge.” His
words
came out without a breath.

Until the darkest shades of night,
Delirium raised unto its height.

 

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Posted on poems written on Prompt Nights

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