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_To Polina, my anchor, through all my lives_ Between dawn and dusk on the precipice in shades of scarlet stood a magnificent house Strangers and I were enthralled by the neon red foyer where Francesca and Paolo welcomed us to the house of a thousand doors Each door an invitation to delicious desire each room a seduction of perilous passion One door opened — three bare women holograms drank from a small lake and brandished wicked, feline smiles At my feet a church of cardinals glowing with tears, heat and sweat whimpered in their prayers but the pope watched from afar.   He speaks— the mouth at once is an eye, an abyss and a hurricane from Pandora's box Then I am I no more — a cardinal in crimson — but no shame or guilt guides me when blood-red lips land on mine "Do you not see there is equal courage equal purity in giving into temptation— the kind that appals the devil to revel in the hurt, the open wounds, and the agony to dive deep— into the depths and say all the yeses to embrace the darkest demons of your soul? Enter— and you shall find hell or heaven within yourself."
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
A Tourist at the House of Sin
_To Polina, my anchor, through all my lives_ Between dawn and dusk on the precipice in shades of scarlet stood a magnificent house Strangers and I were enthralled by the neon red foyer where Francesca and Paolo welcomed us to the house of a thousand doors Each door an invitation to delicious desire each room a seduction of perilous passion One door opened — three bare women holograms drank from a small lake and brandished wicked, feline smiles At my feet a church of cardinals glowing with tears, heat and sweat whimpered in their prayers but the pope watched from afar.   He speaks— the mouth at once is an eye, an abyss and a hurricane from Pandora's box Then I am I no more — a cardinal in crimson — but no shame or guilt guides me when blood-red lips land on mine "Do you not see there is equal courage equal purity in giving into temptation— the kind that appals the devil to revel in the hurt, the open wounds, and the agony to dive deep— into the depths and say all the yeses to embrace the darkest demons of your soul? Enter— and you shall find hell or heaven within yourself."
Based on a dream Polina had that I find to be all too symbolic that it must be immortalized. April 2017
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
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