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Hope Mired in the Mold
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2016-2017 The tenderness of the mouth
The kisses that they impart
Pool into a spiral, south
South into the deepest heart
The weak feeling of a loss
The groveling drain of tears
The skin a prickling host
to loneliness and to fear.
Flooded deep, emotional pain
Cools the spot above the breast
Drowning drafts on current flames
Chills the wakening of the flesh.
Kisses deeper, the flesh is pressed
Hotter, flames flicker, higher
Oceans, release, breaks the net
Of mortal waves of desire.
Beakon the heart into a dream
Shifting rules, like sand on hold
Build love's house of rotten beams
Leaves hope mired in the mold
The tenderness of the mouth
The kisses that they impart
Scare away the darkest doubt
Lay quiet, unteathered hearts.
