Candy Nights and Dandelion Death.
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I keep an image of her in my mind,
until the Angel's Face burns away
everything dark like a force akin to
Daylight...chasing Demons back to
that tight-locked place where they're
no longer capable of feasting on
my Shame.
She makes the Night taste like Candy,
and Death has the smell of Dandelions
growing mysteriously in the crisp air
of some long ago winter. (once buried
in memory.)
and Yes..I realize this Love might
kill us.. as we hide here in sweet
fantasies. (but I cannot think of
anywhere else I'd rather Be.)
j.stephen.h.
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