Mistress

Poetry and love  like the rustling of wind

with an inconsistent heartbeat tempi

 

To the weave and imperfection of my

mistress, dark and twisted like root

 

Imperfection of her perfection;

a wagon of jargon is hers

 

Her lips bloody in hue

 

Her voice orchestrated in-tune to

the symphony of a phantom

 

 

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