Monday, October 12, 2015

Dorothy Walters - Ruined by Your Beauty



First, you cleansed me,
arriving as fire, as savage flood.

Next you tore me,
your panther tooth,
your lion claw,
limbs scattering like grass
in the garden of a great wind.

Then you made love to me,
night after night of unendurable
torment and passion.

Ruined by your beauty,
I have vanished,
fled into the nothingness
of who I am.


 

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