Amor Vincit Omnia, Mi Amor

by Occult Fan

Whenever you sit with me

You make me want us to be naked

to strip off these clothes

and our flesh down as robes

but you are stung

only at the vicious pastern current

your dead locks are melting

and our shadows soon become one

when the dark past, like bad law

is undone

and you and I and our future daughter’s son’s daughter’s sons

amor vincit omnia, mi amor

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