Circus LoveA Poem by NKFor lust is a tightrope,
soldering fickle hearts, sewing passion. Fade at its end, or tumble into love. Some hope woos smother, contemplates the fall To stir a velvet landing, and dances slow. She in her unbidden trance, her golden hair littered, sits in prayer, fidgets; snuffed from the fall. Forlorn, for an indulgent sliver. Now lies a cold lover, in her morphine bedlam. © 2014 NKAuthor's Note
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