Replace my heart with your skinny inversions
Claws, retracted, defiant fist, hammering a
Discordant rhythm. All my angels with their
Featherless cloaks spiraling down, as fragile
As paper aeroplanes and I know that your love
Will be the death of my independent belief
Free will being naught but a volitional delusion
I know that I will succumb to honey and vinegar
To migratory promises that fill wombs and hearths
With ashes, I know that my veins will part in your absence
But until then I offer you my haunted bones to sprawl upon
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I was away a lot, celebrating my sister-in-laws return from Turkey so I am afraid I did not have time to write! I only manage a short one for today and it was done in a rush
mindlovemisery 
It is great, this part was jsut marvelous:”Free will being naught but a volitional delusion
I know that I will succumb to honey and vinegar
To migratory promises that fill wombs and hearths” and I think you think so aswell,seeing you named the poem from this 😀
Thank you so much! I am so happy you liked it =)
Rush more often hun…this is fabulous!
Thank you Melanie haha
Wow! This is a favourite! The deep madness and surrender of love/lust…amazing! 🙂 🙂
Oh yay Helen I am so glad!
whew…its hard not to bow to our nature, isnt it…smiles…
it certainly can be
Sweet and sour. Life can be too confusingly delicate.
It can absolutely