Desire (Crumbled To Dust)

The crimson leaves

Of my desire

Crumbled to dust

Swept away

From the harsh stone

Of your threshold

By mournful winds

My desolate soul

Inked upon

Your dark canvas

Caught in the ebbing

Saturnine tides

Of your night

Stroke by fragile stroke

Paints itself free

© Ann Bagnall

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