Ashes 2 Ashes - Poem by marsha leblanc
Making love to you is like a stately funeral procession. Six
black stallions, satin sombre glory, and blood red roses.
The world stands still as we proceed, slow march, in one
direction, no escape.
It doesn't help to turn away and pretend this isn't real.
The mourners in their finery.... assemble now around our beds, their faces white, their faces deviod or tears.
The worst has come to pass, and now, there are no longer any fears remaining here! ! !
ASHES 2 ASHES
DUST 2 DUST
COME I WILL
COME I MUST
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