Gamine’s smile

Alone he weeps,
Alone she cries;
Apart they seek,
Their hearts spell lies.

His speech smooth butter,
Her heart cast war;
His words soft oil,
Meaning draws sword.

Anointed oil prize,
Curved and alluring she parts;
Strengthened fortress her cries,
Space between wounded hearts.

Casting out demons,
Ingrained pain;
Believing in seasons,
Alone love vane.

Walls producing oil,
Bruised, hurt, hidden wounds;
Untapped rich soil,
Gamine’s smile gone too soon.

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