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Fierce Love

by Anna Ruiz

She lost the angle of defiance
under the cold moon of his heart,
with the foreign skin of temptation.

He clutched her wicked serenade
and sang the lyrics of his despair.
Condemned by love,
they were enemy soldiers meeting
in the shelter of dawn.

They were spirits walking through us
in the way all things are fierce
and black. In the way widows walk
on silent stone and speak with the dead.

Copyright © 2017 by Anna Ruiz

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