🍁Ink and Illusion🍁
Her eyes once blurred and blundered,
stumbling through soft lies she called love,
clutching its honeyed music close—
a sweet, bright thing, yet a liar,
twisted and hidden beneath warm skin,
breathing false promises into her bones.
Until she found the ink of poetry:
the only place illusion of illusion lives—
where what is not, can feel truer than truth.
There, love, and kisses, and hungry desire
meet freely under the moon’s cold silver rays,
unbound by flesh, unbroken by deceit.
They burn bright, wild and whole,
in the fever-light of an ardent union—
two souls woven in words alone…
Then, slow and soft, they fade away,
as embers cool when fire is spent,
leaving only silence, and ink,
and the ghost of what never was,
yet felt so real...06012026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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