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Ailes de la poésieRenaissance Quotidienne

Craving the Saving, Saving the Craving; the then and now of Dreaming

Once upon a time,

I thought I could Save you

From the daemons and dragons

Haunting your Craving mind.

I then Craved the act of Saving

because it defined me.

You are Afro-Canadian, I am White as snow.

In my naivety I thought I could erase the infamy of slavery

By offering you the purity of my Everlasting Love.

Little did I foresee the cruelty of destiny.

It sometimes smashes to smithereens

the most pristine of our dreams

Leaving only

an

Everlasting

Insatiable

Craving…