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Added on 16 June, 2008 InspirationAltar Ego Your hands were virginal, Pale, smooth, deceptive. They touched mine with knowing apprehension. All my strength and resolve Traveled through my arms To fall flailing into your eyes Of storm-stirred indigo. You smelled of candle smoke And red wine. Your voice was rich Like Turkish tobacco And just as sweetly poison. You could not be dethroned, Not by the most sincere of coups. The altar was your kingdom, And I was your willing prisoner. DescriptionThis is a companion to my poem of the same name. It is dedicated to someone who held me captive for years. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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