She is elsewhere, in secrecy.
She knows her secrets well.
The lies she sends to deceive,
do not deceive her, i receive.
She reveals but to conceal.
I follow her, as if i'm almost
everywhere & she is elsewhere.
These worlds of mirrors
& thin walls, i pass through,
less than the next dawn,
she more than a phantom host
in this kiss of life before death.
Gift of Tongues
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These worlds of mirrors...
in this kiss of life before death
"in this kiss of life before death"
The Black Widow mates, then she kills. This poem says a lot about deception. Also keeps tabs on her whereabouts. Another mysterious write, Robin.
Sage
i stopped in to read your bio as well. so the work now, is not such a surprise from such an accomplished author.
thank you for the pleasure of reading.
love and light
krissy