Softly a rain begins, falling of the winds
with naked bones of winter descending
trickling through veins all things begin  
as your lips touch the bane of my sins

Of what I once was, a palette of prose
now but a memory and a shadow at dusk
as my mind grows weary of condensation
looking through the pane of my glass

On the canvas of snow of crystals glow
as your bosom seeks from a widow’s peak
and my lust thickens with a sound of woes
from your smoldering cunt’s kiln
Impaled upon my prowess of my esteem
trickling through veins behind a veil
for my lips of deprivation
and hearing the sleigh bells

As your love consumes my fire
if not for you I would be adrift  
in the carnal dark of a leper’s moon  
with naked bones of winter descending




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