Tuesday 21 October 2008

Give n Take

The peak of lust
Smoked a hue of ashen dust.
As he drank in,
From her soul,
He gave not, but merely took.
And in the aftermath,
She took away
The weak shreds that bound him.
And he clamored
Defenseless.

And the dust rose,
In the silken silence,
Once again.

4 comments:

  1. Totally surreal, is the balance you express here... where the one who loses actually wins!

    Bravo!

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  2. The dust rose?
    An evening of split wine?

    As I see both stand to loose!

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