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Caught in aging serpentine-

The lure of Mecca…

I did indulge the temptation thrill,

I let it poison every cell,

Until those treacherously chills

Forced me sprint through waters.



In my luggageable disarray

One fingerprinted day is saved forever;

The burning light inside me

Met the flicker of the welcome,

The wily shortage at the golden portal.



My blindfolded eyes did see

The sea of stars beneath my feet-

Bright fires- never touched, but dreamed.

In burning dance I let me free

To dim the pain,

To lessen my desire.



The many dances I repeated

To beg for more I did…

Could nothing humble my intense,

My blackened feet ashed down for forgiveness.

I swilled another scandalous despair;

So, in my thirst- just let me be…