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He & She Stories

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She fumbles for words, face downward on the couch
He breaks through the mist, dreamy, wonderful
What jumble of relief and grief in that savage rhythm?
Content to wait, darkness seems benignant again
Yesterday, in dense despair, she drove her nails
Scarring his white cheek, today, yearning held her finger

Each morning she pulls herself together, cold nights
Imbued with fear, crush the warm glow in her heart
She has lost and conquered him; a thousand times over
Each part alive in a different stage of her poetry
Subtle magnetism of his eyes, destructive, dramatic
She is in a delicious thraldom; it bared her soul

Her monstrous sorrow, fastened on her supple body
Like an inferno to an angel; the gloomy ecstasy  
Envelops her like a shell, he saw what she must’ve been
What, perhaps, he makes her feel, the fatal sweetness,
Touches and sights; the nervous trembling his voice evoked,
Desires, denials; the hollow cries, he could not comprehend

She sleeps in his skin, pursues the glimmer of pink lips
She speaks incoherently, explains, apologises, bemoans,
The breeze carries her long sigh; he is swept in her sadness
She is always lonely, his reflection sparkling in tearful eddies
Would he avert his jaded eyes? For she, with her agitation
Her artlessness, her storms and tenderness; is merely a woman
In Love...

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