2 Oc
White Lunar Dog
My Spirit falls –
shattered
By Barricades more
solid
Than any mortared
Brick could fuse
Unwittingly I
descend
Into the seventh
Hell
Of lusty Phrases
worn with Use
Divorced and
desperate I came here
To seek myself – observe and grow
Beyond the Realm of
Mediocrity
Cradled by sweet
Reason my Soul
Reclaimed 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 the shallow
Light behind your Eyes
I lay shrouded in Deception
I stumbled then but
will again arise.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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