© Copyright Annabella Bray, 1995
I want my soul to be stripped naked before you
I want my Dorian Grey portrait to be exposed
The hound dogs to sniff out my soft underbelly
And leave the bones glistening in the pale moonlight
And when the marble statue falls from her pedestal
And lies shattered on the floor
Take the handful of clay that remains
And fire it in the furnace of your love
Friday, June 18, 2010
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