Scarf
Blue scarf, tattered raindrop
rapids flowing gentle satin
waves of curiousity, awe
laced with apprehension.
Shroud pulled tight,
lace armour, smile shield
defending new white flesh
from razor teeth, bloody lust.
Ares' threat of war eternal
near Aphrodite's quiet lair.
Impassioned frenzy of desire,
mischief thought, divulgent tongue.
Separate thrones, bitter yet
perpetually motionless, the will
sleeps restlessly in an empty bed,
unconscious, longing yet afraid.
Words escape by habit, words
meandering hopelessly in the Tower's wreckage.
Words without direction babble wildly,
comprehension hostage to indecision.
Hopes of love, dreams of warmth
firmly twisted in the tightened grip
of tired and wrinkled fingers
on an aged cigarette, burnt and bitter.
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