Falling upon her knees she prays that soon the tomb will finally
hide her caustic tears, ending the afflict in her strength. But time is to be
her unlikely Romeo but not her gentle lover. Trapped without a wisp of
daylight, she grants dignity its last ignorant breath.
So she holds fast to his tedious wit, as his dastardly
tongue utters indelicate tales of luckless fools. She breaths with all of
Juliet’s passion and plays the function of the penanced lady. He still
unperceptive to her careful and dewy placed wings.
His soft love hidden in her murky grey dreams searching for
a place to reserve his poison. Tempted by his splendor she tastes not the
bitter potable he leaves behind. She is mystified by the lambia he becomes. So
her pale arms accept his statue like physique into her fold adding to the
delights of his pride. Left is she holding tears yet unwept doomed soon to fall
like wild torrents.
-Johnny V.
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