There wasn’t much to it.

There wasn’t much to it.

She just opened the jar and let honey drip between her thighs.

There wasn’t much to it.

He just let her gypsy soul dance with fire in his eyes.

There wasn’t much to it.

They just let the ashes of affairs sink into their hair.

There wasn’t much to it.

They just unraveled the stars to lay their army bare.

There wasn’t much to it.

She fought for the flames that singed her dampening skin.

There wasn’t much to it.

He just allowed them to mount on tables, sacrificing kin.

There wasn’t much to the blood that was shed.

It gave way for the birthing of all that was said.

She sacrificed many including his betrayal.

To lay his sins bare and start the upheaval.

Upon the fire she laid fir and incense.

Calling out the wild in love between tents.

He entered the garden with shivering bones.

The kind that knock wood and splinter thrones.

There wasn’t much to the intimacy they shared.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done … with a formidable pair.

There wasn’t much to his army that shot between legs.

The kind that fight for thruth and lay down and beg.

Like feral dogs and wolves between too.

The bearing of teeth and ripping of flesh in her sacred stew.

He begged for a child, an heir to his throne.

She recalled her dreams of birth and all that was sewn.

Into her womb and out of his mind.

They drove of in heat towing lies behind.

There wasn’t much to it.

For they came once before.

Betraying the Gods that settled their scores.

We thought romeo was the man of the hour.

It wasn’t until Shakespeare climbed the ivory tower.

There wasn’t much to the letters that fell.

Begging the women to unravel their souls of their deepening hell.

She gathered them like string and sank beneath the cusp.

Where rode her home with the ivory tussk.

They set out in threes and made a man wonder.

They shifted their shields and left the sickly to plunder.

There wasn’t much to the riches that lay.

Before men that weep between rope that frayed.

The Gods are fat and satisfied, too.

Except for him and her…whose heart lay split in two

 

 

 

 

 

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