My Iron Lung, My Iron Love
Descending down the spiral steps to hell;
Acquiesced charcoal in phosphorous glow.
As if enchained by an enchantress’ spell;
Into the flames do I merrily go:
Endeared, the Master speaks ill of my worth
Before softened lips move closer t’wards I;
Lavender fragrance plumes lavishly forth -
My lungs become gills…her perfume is dry.
And as my squalid breath cries out for more
Some might proclaim of me that they’re aghast -
But does the ocean reach for sandy shore?
Such is the case.
As such:
My love is vast.
Thus, to the woman who still takes my breath -
My love will hold for you…until I’m held by death.
(I miss you)
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1/29/2017
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