My Gown Of Dust Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

My Gown Of Dust



You delight too much in lust
Why bend my will to yours
In expense of my spirit
Crouching my soul
In shell of smoking cold
O' my lament
We both 're more one
One than a bouquet
Your ache is mine
Mortal eyes see not our dividing line
We both we 're one
And he who can separate us
We both forbid his presence
And to defeat my very self
Is the war within.

Thursday, July 24, 2014
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