Soul-full (Huitain)

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reborn in the hem of your scent

from nights that breathe masculine skies

brought to the brink of tears, unbent

its ecstasy, drunken my eyes

let mercy find rest on these thighs

to drown in limbs of deity

from the efforts of endless tries

our souls consume divinity.

 

©2013 Liza Morales

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