Anubis

I kiss you

And every incarnation of you,

As hound and beast,

And bone white death.

I kiss the soil of corpses,

And the soft moon flowers.

And in each kiss your

Breath

Softly curls around my heart and soul

Claiming me as yours

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Poem Copyright 2013 of Nightshade author of The Purple Broom

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