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Milk lake Goddess,
…………certain as a virgin ship,
elaborate as a lost symphony.
Effervescing raw need,
…………she spills bronzed petals of love’s hunger.
…… Their fragrant flutterings
kiss his dismissive feet.
No pause for warm caress;
…………no moist embrace; no crashing waves spill on the shore.
…………His footsteps press no dip into the sand,
yet sear her heart for evermore.
A blood red ache
…………boils beneath bulging rust;
……………………….it’s all that is left…
all that is left beneath the dust.
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©Jane Paterson Basil
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