Friday 8 November 2013

Naked





At dawn
It was all smiles
and kisses
and touches
Then
It was all moans
and moans
and moans
But
Now,
the dagger in the smiles
the fireTongues in the moans
birthed a river
of blood
of tears
of screams

My heart lies

NAKED

waiting and waiting

for stiches…


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