Shattered Halos – A Poem

Sing me soft sweet.
Oh your barbed transgressions,
your tenderly beautiful sins.

I am.

A seductive disenchantment
to pause our suffering.
Shattered
halos of the angelic
host decorate your gown.

Refrain your song
sweet
soft
of breathless hills wintered.
The night, the dawn,
lose all justification.

The peace, wound into the vacancy
of a mutilated
heart,
drips poison.
But we are allotted time.
It is the difference in our moods
that sets the pace.

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