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garden of gethsemane
by schuyler


In this house
Of tainted memories
Sorrow seeps from boarded-up rooms
Drowning in Itself
As the animal lust

Takes hold -
Captures the sweat-glistened
Bodies and stokes the fire which
Blazes from within
Whilst brittle flesh

Continuously bends and molds
To the unyielding touch -
Because we were made of gossamer:
Suckling (hungrily) from a
Foliage haven

Time has descended
Upon this house; night
Has enveloped us
In Her grasp,
Bleeding into those creases

Unable to be ironed out 
By the delicate petals 
That lie scattered 
In the vicinity of the newfound 
Territory

You have recently marked
Purely as your own
[ I cried 
Because you could not tell
The difference

Between temptation
And desire ]
Like the Garden of
Gethsemane,
Exposed like Judas

Sin drips 
Innocently from your staff
As betrayal cloaks me
Just as thickly,
Suffocating guilt

That has been
Corrupted by necessity -
Irrevocable, but it was needed
To be done;
No net ensnares me now -

And in this house
One flame has been extinguished
Yet illuminating 
The path for another to 
Burn anew
 
 

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