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piercing deep inside the prisoner’s heart,
ghosts of the night rain like soft velvet fire
his twin, the god of desire, poisons his dreams
young women, alive and beautiful,
frozen for eternity in the marble veil of his mind
bleeding secrets in a perfumed breath
holding to him the naked universe
whispering words of a dying love
ignorance pierces his chance at salvation
instead he is damned to the blinding darkness
for haunting reality crushes these feverish dreams
rhythmic chanting of his twin devours him
and no one hears his voice
except in his wildest dreams.
-4/16/98
The Tormented Cantaloupe Copyright © 1996-2004
Jennifer Haynes