Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography

Enemies

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Her faultless nectar courses through
The faults and the routes of my scars.
Reminding me that what once was mine
Is now forever ours.

Her view from the top sprouts fruits of knowledge,
While my ignorant roots keep buried in carnage.
Though her fall embarks from higher plain,
Our pain be still one and the same.

Fruit and Root bound by lover’s hip,
Taste the same on liar’s lip.
Passions ignited by clashing degrees,
Extinguish the same on wounded knees.

Alas, barren ashes exhale all spark,
Yet still re-volt against the dark.
Still, she and I both bear the mark,
The bite of his burnt, black, bark.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – February 25, 2013

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Author: melindafoshat

Poet, dreamer, philosopher, photographer

2 thoughts on “Enemies

  1. The one who wins the game, she loses the war.

  2. I like how the poet, dreamer, and philosopher in you work together here in enemies, with a common enemy, and that beyond it all you are both unique in whom you are with each having different ways.

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