SO

Beside the seaside; to gaze upon some haze in the shaken waves,

The fog collects; a congregation of torn hearts meeting brother; meeting sister,

Seeing lover, seeing hater; “peace comes in pairs,” she says.

Her velvet lips run scarlet wine to collect on her chin;

Her teeth are stained in red; in passion; in desire,

And by starlight, she’ll lay by the lakeside, to gaze upon someone’s reflection,

Not of her own design.

A porcelain doll is sat on an opposite bank; cheeks dappered in roses;

Lips red as war.

Her hymn is long and drawn; her voice a silken petal between two lips;

She could cry nor laugh; truth is out of key.

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So, she looks me in the eye,

No bliss; no sweet and solemn lullaby;

To make up for

those years before I die.