Rosetta Stone

Rosetta Stone

A familiar sound,

the quiet howling released,

The well trod path

of a ravenous beast.

The longing burnt,

like an owner’s brand;

searing delicate skin

was her lover’s hand.

A feral gasp escaped;

another withheld sigh,

Neither questioned

what the other would deny.

Flames that flicker

leaving ash and coal;

errantly consuming

half the other’s soul.

Kismet written

in her freckled stars;

only translated 

by the chaos in his scars.


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