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Part demon, part angel,
your gaze draws me nigh.
Part animal, part divine;
the celestial hosts sigh.
Doubts leak like a broken tap,
assurances cloud the sky.
Drip and drop to fill the gap;
your balmy words can't dry.
An easel for pigments to trap;
row by row hung from a vine.
Libation pressed flesh and sap;
A bloodied cudgel rests supine.
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I love it too
Rosina, how perfectly J&H reflect the dual nature of people. Thanks for your kind words of comment.
Cheers, CB
Nice look...
at the attraction that we have for sin. How boring life would be, if we didn't have those distractions. ~ Gee
Ah, yes Gee
Isn't this what has coloured the world and its history!