Forbidden
gypsy fruit spilling
across crimson lips
strained through stockings;
captured freedom imprisoned
we walked today,
you were not there
as time slapped
the second hand;
restricting the reality
of speech
held by your breath
tightly formed by my arm
all the while
words fell
on the pavement;
smashing the forbidden cracks
distance becoming the
ashen- faced- spider
stealing sleep;
onyx eyes
melancholy wisps of wine
fixed directly
upon the cynical curse
without Parenthesis
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