Her sacred melody

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He could play any six string guitar to the tingling of senses.

But strumming her six ribs was his masterpiece he reserved only for her


Some things have to remain sacred.

Love is being able to compose a masterpiece but leaving it only for the pleasure of one soul, despite knowing you could have any soul in the world by playing the haunting entrapment of its melody.

-W.E.

Poets Feast

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Tonight, we feast on words.
Even though we are separated by worlds.
Your ages so tender,
So full of splendour,
Colloquially speaking,
You’re mind benders.
And mine?
Battered, beaten and bruised,
Torn, healed, re-abused,
But, I remain amused.
At the possibilities ahead,
Just like you,
Open hearted to receive,
To conceive,
To achieve.
So raise the goblets in time,
And lets drink loves wine.

-W.E.

How bad do you want him?

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“I want to be with you,
More than anything I want to be with…”

He interrupted her, “Really?”

She nodded with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Enough to want to see five of me?”

She paused as she struggled to comprehend.

“Because that’s how bad I want to be with you,
I want to see your face recreated five times in children
we have.”

She didn’t reply

– W.E.

Crimson Veil

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Blood and marrow
Under her nails
She hid her secret
Beneath a crimson veil
Devourer of hearts
Emptier of souls
Elated his spirit
Set it to sail

Slayer of mind
Axe murderer of sorts
Intrepid assassin
Hacker of thoughts
Displeased with mediocrity
Bored by the mundane
Satisfied only
By his mort

-ME