The irretrievable always compels.
Paintbrushes transform life to memory;
Memories hang on cold museum walls.
The walls persist for archaeologists-
The gods of sand long ago claimed the rest.
Dust and time will soon dominate the earth.
Kiss me on these bones of ancient cities,
Kiss me now near this new moon, immortal,
Kiss me for hatred, or to frustrate doom.
Your beauty cannot be borne, even in darkness.
Dispel this madness, blindfold me with lust. Kiss me.
Your recent writings have a seemingly newfound passion to them. It is very nice. This one in particular paints a story so clear without any details aside from the title. Fantastic work!
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