Wednesday, September 5, 2018

The Knight

In darkness, dancing as multiples
still in the bright of day.

Taunting each other we soar-
Feathered serpents
crashing upon the ground bare.
Grotesquely deformed, our beauty together-
joyous and withdrawn.

Attacks with lasting forgiveness,
we unite until it is done.

Separated by space, chillingly present
In the awareness of being removed.

Pink kind sunrises, gray rude evenings
Silently connected by loud separation.

Overtly cruel in our
nurturing embrace of restraint.

Passionately kissing-
desire quenched reserved.

Loving foe
Hated for being a friend.
Knowingly traveling to the unknown.
Unlimited possibility behind closed doors.

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