Wicked Mike - A Sometime Hurt

You never acted without good intention
but in the sky my moon is dying,
blackened by your love
Leave me
to treasure your silence,
gain time enough
to grow my wings and escape
your silken pillow upon my face
and fly
to thrust my tongue between
the lips
of Life.

Wicked Mike

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