The Quill
Abound dipped the sorrow’s quill
Awash the pearls of your tears
Lines of these poems my love
The eyeliner upon mine blind eyes
So I shall see none but You  [1]
So I shall love none but You
And when I saw the demonic sabers
The animus arms of betrayal waved
Embraced the scintillating blades
As if the sable of your supple waist
Oozed thru my cerecloth are these poems
The songs of mine weeping eyes these poems
Wordless epithet upon your skin’s marble
Sunless a-face leavened by the Divine Lover

[1] 'You' The Beloved Creator

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