Marble::

Falling into clouds of smoke
I breathe your silent words into my lungs
Where innocence and lies sleep side by side
Inside each swirl another thought unfolds.

Liquid green fire falls into marble grey
Your eyes belie the vaulted words you say
Seraphim wings, shredded by maelstrom winds
Fall to far Earth, and yet I am drawn in.

Pale skin that hungers for a darker hue
And willingly I'd let it bleed my veins
Sepulchral marble, carved with hanging shrouds
Reverberating dying sighs, in vain.

A soul consumed by single burning flame
Illumed with thousand fiery crimson tongues
Desiring this, I'd sooner die with you
Than perish in a death, in life, alone.

-Kimberly N. Hunt
July 1996






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