I curse the day
as does a vulture - its living prey
I cursed that day I met you
I rue the day I drew breath,
and you kissed me.
Almost resuscitating me
back from a living death.
I curse the day
I meditated my heart hewn
like a green bamboo cane
you press your lips to breathe.
I cursed the opal moon...
I curse the day
those pea-green shadows leafed
like living, blades, through my soul.
Naked you swim beneath my skin,
and redemption pardons me.
Restores me like a pearl therein.
But you, my black swan
I curse the day
I fell in love with you: My doe-eyed faun.
I curse the day
as does a vulture - its living prey
I curse that day I met you.
I rue the day I drew breath,
and I kissed you.
I curse the day
those pea-green shadows leafed
like living, blades, through my soul.
When empty black wings flew,
despairingly apart with nothing left to console.
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