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Fairytale prince

July 1, 2015

Can you hear her breathing?
Her breast rise and fall, ruby lips, ebony hair.
She waits, as if in death’s dark precinct.
She waits in rich cloth, unmarked by time’s cruel breath.
She waits for love’s releasing kiss,
For devotion to break the spell.
She sleeps in hope, her mind a ponderous dreaming bird.

And one day he comes, beguiled, smitten, caught.
He comes and gazes and his heart trips, all that he has been longing for.

And he stoops, and as a butterfly’s gentle tread,
His lips touch, kisses the softness and releases the charm,
Love shattering the insipid reach of art.

And she returns, eyes opening, hands reaching,
Two hearts tripping, one purpose bent on a single destiny – they kiss,
And the world vanishes into the perfect harmony of the moment.


From → Fiction, Poetry

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