By Damien Knight

Wrapped in the wings of love
Connected by visions lured by desire
Radiant beauty shaded truth a supposed illusion
In fact an opiate ever enticing fire

Hair fluid obsidian sharp to the eye
A smile masks my face inside I cry
Comfort in her divine glow a thought i refuse
Instead I sludge through my life in lonely lies

If i were honest her voice always guides
A subtle hymn driving me forward my passion
Soft fingers trace my cheeks, gentle a dream
Shan’t I love her here, least she’s the world I’m in

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