A gesture of farewell, to the kiss of God's mouth
Kiss the image in a stranger's casket
What has become of our splendour?
Twelve strokes have fallen
And the faintly heard breath
That argued my beauty
A ruined soul bewailing
Where the angels allow their wings bewilted
To droop, to bow to the bosom of a friend
Kiss me tenderly, savage God
My lips are dumb to speak a thousand inane words
And how sweet a toil
All is dark, all is blackened
All but an upturned face
I saw a tattered cloak, drawn about the face A gesture of farewell, to the kiss of God's mouth Kiss the image in a stranger's casket What has become of our splendour? Twelve strokes have fallen And the faintly heard breath That argued my beauty A ruined soul bewailing Where the angels allow their wings bewilted To droop, to bow to the bosom of a friend Kiss me tenderly, savage God My lips are dumb to speak a thousand inane words And how sweet a toil All is dark, all is blackened All but an upturned face Explain Request ×
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