Black skies of pearlescent kisses

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It is in between lost moments of hazy thought

That tender whispers embrace delicate flow

Beneath a canopy of lost hope and jasmine scent

Encompassing all I know.

Gingerly lacing love with lust, flames burning

Igniting ancient needs in ceremonies of soul appease

Neath blackness of pearlescent kisses and forever voids

Skies of truth, skies of love, skies of lust.

 

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Angry skies of Satan

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Angry cries from Satan’s soldiers
Negotiating the flames of hell
Grueling screams of deaths call
Redemption, a forgotten whisper
Yonder sinful haze of a broken soul.

Skies where once were blue
Killing innocence in crimson
Iridescent drops of life
Eye of sin, perpetual strife
Sinister the angry skies.

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