SEAT OF MY SOUL

silence

as mist drips

in strands

under her shaky

fingertips

drawn on the canvas

of their love

with flaming azure

from her veins

violent red passion

from her heart

in fragile lacuna

between breath

and muse

just listen

***

accept

***

as she bleeds

into the night

with only

impressions

of him

©AvdL 2015

(for Bob)

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