Gisela Ireland

I saw a semblance of you
It sent me reeling
Train wheels
Screaching against ardent metal rails
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At first I didn’t recognize you
I thought that you were queer
One look into each other’s eyes
Our souls revealed and bare
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A spear darts from your mouth
Hitting my ears
And piercing my soul
Like a spear pierces through water
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Atop this cliff
Golden rays set in the distance
Torrential water suddenly slaps my legs
and rushes past my feet
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Small room, tight quarters
Staying course through winding labyrinths and corridors
Someone clears the trail
Ridding it of obstacles
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Seething coals
Flickering embers
Yearning to burn
Wanting to strike
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Lying in his arms
Her hand resting in his
Souls melting
the divide
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He gently takes the wine glass from her hands
Clear fluid wraps itself in waves along the walls
Sending wafts of round floral essense into the air
Reaching nostrils
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