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White Lunar Dog
My Spirit falls---shattered
by
Barricades more solid than
Any mortared Brick might
fuse---
Unwittingly I
descend
Into the seventh
Hell
Of lusty Phrases
worn with Use
Divorced and
desperate, I came here
To seek my Self---observe and grow
Beyond the vapid
Realm of Mediocrity---
Cradled by sweet
Reason, my Soul
Reclaims itself into
a Structure girded
Well against satanic
Mockery
You caressed my
Body’s Curves and Spaces---
The trembling of my
Womb
Held you closely dark,
and deep---
In loving you, my
Spirit grew half-strong---
Giddy with Delight
to reach
The Height of
long-forgotten Dreams
But Night and you
together
Blasphemed my sacred
Peace---
The Wish to love
became the Wish to please---
Betrayed by a shallow
Light behind your Eyes
I lay shrouded in
Deception---
I stumbled then but
again will rise.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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