Who is this Love whisperer that bellows at the darkness of dawn?
Moving past the angle of squares like the white’s king bishop pawn. 
Each breath heavy with excitement.
Trying to persuade the unknown to be silent.
Not wanting to desecrate the tombs of surprise.
Keeping down what was once lost as it wants to arise.
Bidding farewell to all the friends of the night.
Waking up to greet the Sun’s kisses on the morning twilight.
Relentless wants and needs that must be quenched.
Love so powerful forgotten but deeply entrenched.
The molten honey so sweet runs through her fiery veins.
She is Mars released from her planetary chains. 
By Sarah Martin @Sugaroc



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