Devoured

Two women diverged in my dreaming
With their tears catching the loins of my eye
So be one man, forsaking the tears streaming
Towards a choice in need of redeeming
I chose the one that was first to cry

Then chose the other, the second on the scene;
Though perhaps having the worse claim
Because her passion flowed for a soul unseen,
From an untouched heart where only I had been
And it yearned for true words to ease its pain.

And that morning, both equally cried
Under breasts no hand had yet to display.
Oh, I kept the other woman for another day
Knowing how dreaming follows a certain way
It would be impossible to ever come back

Alas, ages hence two women saw me as their sire
And sorry that I could not leave both behind;
Sorry that I was unable to liberate them from my desire,
Or the passionate words that revelations require,
To awaken us from the dreaming of the mind.

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