by Jessica Michallet-Romero
Copyright © 2005, Jessica Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
“You know what?”
Captivating words gleaming in such gentleness
It had unshackled her benumbed defiled spirit
A reverent whisper so delicate in its tenderness
It awakened a love so pure she felt herself reborn
longing so desperately for the silkiest of skin…
aching for a taste of the sweetest molting wine
“You are hurting me”
Today the dark haired nomad stands among ruins
Raw desolation consummated by the fire of fear
Such coldness … Pallid coldness usurping
the incandescence of a passion so resplendent
Tenebrosity slowly creeping in her barren soul
as the demons return to claim her as their own
She watches her magnanimous lover walk away
and screams for her but no words are to be heard
