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Click hereFound He was, she looked on him
Stayed her mind to watch
the leaves rustle
as he whispered songs
of nothing ,
songs of everthings,
Fed him she did , succoured and wrapt in
as little beads of body drenched
liquids seeping
from her pores He licked
and she gave always.
Raven tressed she is,
dark of eye and gleaming
in a feral light
at those who
dare encroach.
He stands with her,
Far up in the morning light
far down in the
stygian abyss,
Darkness and more
she took from him
Hunters are also lovers
Cobras twined as Once One
stood for Him on tailtip
swaying and sussurating
Mated as always for life
she was born to Be his
in the end before
the slowly sliding whispered trickles
claimed His life
No need to roam
no need to wander
All He wants
all He desires
All He asks
she gave, Dark her locks
as the swaying shimmering strands
of gossamer thoughts
Closed round the two,
again and yet still
writhings as coils of
stupored flesh woke in the morn
Eyes lingered as caresses
soft breathy silences flowing over
stretched skins.
Taken aloft, left adrift she always returned
and He kept.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,500 poems.
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