Intertwined Madnesses

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Like the wine we sipped

Moments before,

Just moments before,

Her raven hair lay spilled

Across my silken pillows

The shade of pearls;

And again, and again,

I ran my hands through them;

Our madnesses intertwined,

Like creepers and slithery serpents

On monsoon nights.

 Written for dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille 11