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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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