11 Imix
Red Spectral Dragon
My Grief---
I own it as I would
A Dagger plunged
Into my Heart
The Blade would
End my Life
If it were Steel
Yet Sorrow steals
Much more than Breath
From the dancing Soul---
Psychic Wounds
Bleed Tears unceasing---
Suffering scars deeply
The Soul’s Ground of Being. . .
Until Eros lands at last
To pull
The Knife out clean.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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