Guilt Garden

A Poem by anaisbelieve

i am here melting

nectar born of my hands

dripping down desperate how

the times have turned on me

and maybe i'll drop down in the river

beyond my Eden garden

is it all Guilt garden now

you're chasing me now and

i am not afraid

raise the window beyond Good and Evil

into the blue breath

a mist before us

as the Numb Goddess slips inside me again

the calm darkness of it

destroys the erotic.

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Added on October 5, 2011
Last Updated on October 5, 2011

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