Saturday, February 8, 2014

My Infidel

He swore I wore a halo
He warned me of his horns
I pulled him closer still
And felt him in my teeth. 
He was defined by insanity
For chasing my feet
Expecting a new design
Headed towards him;
Expecting a woman
To fall against 
The fill of summer days. 

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