A Love's Recourse

Woven arras with deep feelings and desires.

Different shades, reaching through the ceiling - down to the core of my soul

I used to play tunes with my fingers on the thin curves of a lofty valley

With the thought of entities, that were, to me - forced by my hand-stream of emotions..

That this scar is so beautiful, but the covers so incomplete, and yet, gives each and every wound their own unique resistance...

So unique, this legacy....

With sights and sounds of movement and intonation to flour...

This flower - As a beautiful but deadly device with given time

Given as a hope and punishment, lacing together pleasure and pain -

Developing in the excitement and exhilaration of Staccato

Choking thus while Breathing in-between the cracks and whistles, they struggle....

Such beauty, agony, and pain...Given...

Not only to destroy the acrimony of their hearts

But to repair the rhythm of their very soul...

So when their sight become no longer blurred by lights, and their speech become more mundane-

With deeper conversation, seductive purring, growling, and moaning softly,

To release the mind, body, and soul to explore their limits.

Limits, which are yet to be discovered, seemingly hopeless...

As he held her hand to keep, they surrendered...

And in another tone, to her - he whispers; "It's your love I'll keep"

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