How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire! ~Belva Plain
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Our hearts are naked under the fractured moonlight,
it is a midnight in a loveless world,
where your kisses no longer attune with
the jasmine oil on my skin.
We once worshiped the light with every dawn
only in the name of love and innocence,
now we are netted birds, webbed like spiders,
caught in brutal ecstasy and fire.
Our blood flows with force through
the adrenaline, the power of eagles wings,
while angels and demons lie spread out
featherless, breathless, blind and it hurts.
And how can we not understand,
if we let the stars die on the satin pillows,
it will make no sense, even if there is the timeless
reflection of holding hands in the cracked mirror.
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