ivy skies Poems

I am caught in a steel trap
Of my own manufacture,
Fractured,
Tearing my own flesh
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Being consumed by passion
Till there is nothing but spent ash
Then rising,
Newborn
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As my last breath
slips
from my lips
your face
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He wraps me in velvet
And silk kisses
Giving me wings
To soar to the sun
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I'am caught a drift
In a sea of my own
Undoing in this foreign place
Overwhelmed and pullled under
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I watch them twisting all around me,
I give them what they want to hear,
When thunder rolls in and lightning strikes,
I tell them there is nothing to fear,
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The sun sculpts him in bronze,
Hard as metal,
Butt warm with laughter,
I saw myself reflected,
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In the stillness,
Of the morning after,
I awake relieved to,
Be myself,
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