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For you whom i dream to be my future Master
who has pleasured and directed me from afar
who has entered me like a fiery star
dying in it's own past
to re alight a phoenix
anew in it's own light

Submitted:Mar 20, 2013    Reads: 498    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

unarmed am i
a snake charmer
innocently staring
past the point of my own escape
kneeling sweetly at your feet
your poison comes out as honey
your hissing a whisper sweet to my ears
in unison
we slither past reason
into other dimensions
our milk flows endlessly
as the audience shudders
refusing all belief
submission is a relief
a sweet dark rose whose thorns
prick so deeply
we do not know if we are asleep or awake
as they quiver in lugubrious fear
we disappear
their fainting and fanaticism
no longer our concern
we have learned
like Narcissus detached
to drown in our own nimbus
you arise again
and this time it is i who will hiss
Vashti Puls


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