Between them 'I' was, as a butterfly
in the serpents mouth birthed,
it's fangs dripping with venomous
deadly poisons on my wings
from it - colours into this world flew,
that you may love - endlessly.
As its scales were grey did I flutter
and painted it as the mosaics
on which you made love, oh love
so much you made of it,
in every, shape and form - so did I
as words and letters bent !
And bound you were to us both -
as ropes which pressed,
as sweat and tears was birthed
all joys and sorrow then -
into our eyes but gaze hypnotized
as the smile before a kiss.
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