An old fort, on top of the slopping hill
sentinel to centuries rolling down still,
from where the sea for the lovers
was a vague dream, perhaps from another life,
this haunt mysteriously lures them again and again,
to be together lost in passion for long hours,
In a time long before on the same spot,
blood, had gushed like river after each fierce duel,
after the mad hiss of swords,
thirsting for the blood of the other, the rival,
the howl of the wind, the salty taste on the lips,
***** love present as wild aggression-
in the explosive proximity of two
full blooded animals, results in the hiss of kissing.
The ethereal bliss is marred suddenly,
by the howl of ghosts, time travelling in to their spirits,
in the throes of death,the vanquished, the other victor,
in shock they both realize the hidden truth.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
An old fort, on top of the slopping hill
sentinel to centuries rolling down still,
from where the sea for the lovers
was a vague dream, perhaps from another life,
this haunt mysteriously lures them again and again,
to be together lost in passion for long hours,
In a time long before on the same spot,
blood, had gushed like river after each fierce duel,
after the mad hiss of swords,
thirsting for the blood of the other, the rival,
the howl of the wind, the salty taste on the lips,
***** love present as wild aggression-
in the explosive proximity of two
full blooded animals, results in the hiss of kissing.
The ethereal bliss is marred suddenly,
by the howl of ghosts, time travelling in to their spirits,
in the throes of death,the vanquished, the other victor,
in shock they both realize the hidden truth.
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