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A Bullfight over Matters of Heart and Mind


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Thrusting words as sharp as spurs, 
Wearing horns like a crown, 
My divisive mind;
Torn.
Born
As a mind enshrined,
Bearing thorns and a frown, 
In mankind’s house of mirrors.


For so long my heart,
Was the arena of my wit;
For so long my art,
Was my soul that I slit.


My beloved, I so dread,
Your gentle embrace,
Your forgivingness
Over my duress,
For in the warmth of your grace,
My pride and power, I come to shed.


ekoh
© 2014