crown, tears blending with blue
tears on his cheeks on her cheeks
on his cheeks on hers. The once-king
cries as promises slip with her robe
down her arm revealing the hidden
skin: her forbidden skin. The night
quickens to his touch. Dark and dark
and dark. She smiles, eyes light, floating
from the thought of a husband
off to war like a candled prayer across
the water. Skin blends with pale
skin in the moonlight. Hair on hair
on hair. Eyes close. Blood dries
on his robes on his hands on his
lips as he stands with her on the roof.
Hand blends with bloody hand.
Lip touches bloody lip. Robes fall
with bloody robes. His crown
of passion thorned.
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