With the skill of a consummate thief
you took without asking and
laid your silvered hand upon
flesh that was less than willing
at first
Money could buy me anything
I purchased one of you
a travelling minstrel
mechanical lover
robber of souls
soulful brother
of mine
In the hands of the Gods
we lay
and we prayed
that the metal makers
love takers
will turn their divine eyes
away
2 comments:
this is a very beautiful poem, i'm still reading the book and it is really good. thank you for the comments of my blog!
cathy
you're welcome!
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