Damned Belle

Never a caressive thought spared  for you,

Despite all your lonely wanderings.

With your deadly heady jasmine scent so pure,

So intense it drew them all, inexorably to you.

 

No. You, even in your savage isolation

Sought dark places to repel their affection.

Still they came, and burned their souls away with

The purity of your loving gaze- your jasmine desire.

 

Even he-so much more potent than all the others.

Forged from the same amber furnace as thee.

Your mutual desire lifted him, armour and all

In to your cinnamon embrace, mingling with his musk.

 

Even before your four panting, wild kisses

Parted, as did your lips,

The light had left his eyes, withering youthful vigour

Ashen in its demise.

 

So near death was he, despairingly

You gave him your essence, and with a faint final breath

Expired-without a word or deed of thanks. 

Leaving him to tell tall tales.

 

© Tom Tide 2016

 

 

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