she has
the eyes
of an angel
the lips
of the devil
the curves
of a seaside road
at dusk
the hands
of a serial killer

she has
the voice
of salvation
the scent
of damnation
the heart
of devotion
spoken between beats
the mind
of a poetic scholar

in her
is equal measure
life and death
pleasure and pain
joy and sorrow


when she looks at me
all there is
in the entire universe

is her

i belong to her
to do
as she pleases
torment or ecstacy
fire or ice

she is everything


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