the skies of passion burn red and
newly announced virgins release the
tensions of clinched fists as they open-up
themselves to reluctantly receive;
a sleeping dawn awakens,
relentlessly the evening fades
and forgetfulness replaces tear;
couples return to their sacred vows,
children subconsciously follow,
and a once decadent world
tacitly embraces the hollowness
of a once profound love.
4-16-12
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