Wednesday, September 26, 2007

L’ABATTOIR De L'AMOUR

With words we duel
Beastly lord and me, nightlong.
Pitiless passion

Tired submission.
And the beast evanesces
His oestrum sated

Tattered I lay
On the shores of a moon-sea
Caput mortuum

2 comments:

Phemonoe said...

As they say--the battle's over. The war's not;-) All the best!

krish said...

a surrender to bliss