Nameless

Kofer Eleelah
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She whispers to me softly;
Soothingly . . .

She diverts my searching eyes,
With her acceptable disguise.

And her lies . . .

She beckons to me longingly;
Pulling me.

Warm breath, a caress;
Disarming my distress.
. . .

But,
Beneath the ocean of her eyes,
Restlessly, shamelessly,
She contemplates destruction;
She severs mental ties,
With all the life and light, that comes with living.

Yearning to embrace the cold and desolate.

***

She slides in bed beside me;
Silently . . .

She knows now, that I know,
But she’ll never know how much.

She’ll never know,
That it’s transmitted in her touch.
. . .

That all the life and light of living,
Just aren’t perceptible to her . . .

She’ll continue,
Consuming, and resuming . . .

A dance with fate,
To greet,
The desolate.

***

There was a time,
When the stars shone in her eyes.
Basking in, her gently beauty.

Spinning, laughing,
Beneath the moonlight.

Unblemished, by this world’s corruption.

Now her eyes,
So beautiful before.

They conceal:
The lust, the need;
The thirst, the greed.
. . .
(Kofer Eleelah)

She was a light.
A beacon in the night.

Now her only light is darkness.

The darkness . . .

Surrounds and, drags me,
Down.

***
She slides in bed beside me;
Silently . . .

(She whispers to me softly)
(Soothingly)

She beckons to me lovingly;
Pulling me . . .

Warm breath, a caress;
Disarming my distress.
. . .

Yet all the life and light of living,
Just aren’t perceptible to her . . .

She’ll just continue,
Consuming, and resuming . . .

A dance with fate,
To greet,
The desolate.
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