Broken trust mended, unrestored.
Compassion was currency
To trade desire
That flooded their loins
Pleasure assaulting worth;
Less, friendship needs
Like catching falling knife
Off the rotten reef …

Then,
Visually starved stare
No excitement ,
Heart buoyant ,
Attitude perfect ,
Guilt of Judas!
towing every conscience
purchasing marital union
at the base of the altar
our zoar
along worn out paths.
Arduous trek.

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