poem: angel-hearted

angel hearted,

golden tongued mistress whose lies spread pleasure on the senses and

the butter of sin, cloying, close, in my very blood and self.

 

to you I am devoted and it is you I denounce

a sliver of your goodness has ruined me. all else is silver, and grey.

wicked, wild, my lover – i sink into your light and ample glory.

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