i worshipped at your altar by Sophia Gracemy lover is a temple, overgrown
with weeds, panic inching
up her legs like vines.
her limbs are of marble,
i am barely able to see beyond the
columns of her legs, painted
with blue veins, and as she's royalty
she walks on air.
She trips me up with my own weapon;
i stumble over her words as she
molds mine into a tragicomedy (she's in
hysterics while i bite back tears). 04/09/2002 Author's Note: more OLD stuff.
Posted on 09/02/2008 Copyright © 2025 Sophia Grace
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