The Divide by Harley Claes

I want to taste the perfume of your mouth
until I go numb with pleasure and pain
I have become
An echo of past reckoning
The un-being of a person
Pleasured by my own undoing
By a boy with a vendetta
Against the many wombs
Who conspired against him
And his brotherly abode
In the world of men this was an unspoken treaty
That man and woman
Lived on separate islands
Bridged between their only similarity
The sex,
That new beginning
Brushed aside by purpose and work ethic

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  1. Great piece of poem. Hope to see more from you. Have hope, write on!👍

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