Lento

Lento
She let flow
Her whispers
Into the chalice

They gasped airily
The ghosts of words
From her bone-white teeth
To the open mouth of the goblet

Like wine
From the grapes of wrath

The precious breath of lovers
Lost

The golden bowl cradled
Her offerings

Tiny echoes swirled inside
Sacrificed and free

They rose like brume
From the gallows
Climaxes
The wolves that howled in her belly
The angels that disrobed her heart

Sown
With sighs
Of salvation

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