Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Treasure Found

You mould my flesh
like treasure found
with sweeping hands
and gasping ribs
as walls watch
and shadows play
through closed windows
now dissolved of sound
a pantomime of warriors yell
when our bodies clash
in a mirrored fight
then darkness –
takes away the light
and passion screams….
to the sodden sheets of time
then only whispers speak
as we have reached the gold.

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