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Crimes of Passion

The dagger retracts its thrust      

Under a moon

Chipped by shadow


The hammer pulls back from its blow

Beneath a bulb

Coated with dust


The scissors retreat in their rust      

Beside a lamp

No longer aglow


The blood runs up and stems its flow

Fluorescents above

Encased in must


The buried victim breaks the crust

Warmed by sunshine

Weak and slow


The murderer negates the show

Drenched by floodlights

That are just


Our bodies separate from lust

By candles

Guttering and low


Our lips reshape the kiss to know

In our glare

The blindness of trust

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