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Tuesday 6 November 2012

Dark Love


One was like chocolate,
The other, strong weed.
He was a dreamer,
A coconut in sea

I

She gave him her love
And fondled his dreams,
Gave him her teat;
He drank from her love.

She filled with venom
His poisoned fangs
He feared his own thought
For he now was a beast

Aimless he ran, not
Stopping for breath
Locked away his past
And swallowed the keys.


II
She gave him her trust,
A hand to hold on.
He nodded, followed her,
Waited for peace

Tied up in ribbons,
He gave her his love
She refused to look,
For she was not his.

Carefully they tread,
Tangled in curls.
Her hair and their tale
Was one and the same

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