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But Twice

Tags: love, dark

The silence creeps open with a thud
not once but twice with a shove
hovering over my night like a cloud
over my blanket's maddening shroud

Bypassing and leaping over the bed
to wind the pendulum of the clock
and the withers of once our wed
this night better off dead

Knowing that love pulsed my blue
as our lips passed from view
from ashes to dust
and back to infinity

If I knew death could be this lonely
I would have been cremated  
with a scent of love's essence    
and a hot rum toddy

Then I open my eyes on the pillow
beneath the awning of the willow
as we kissed away my mares
not once but twice with a shove


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