if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is
because you have loved me,
moon and sunset
stars and flowers
gold crescendo and silver muting
of seatides
i trusted not,
one night
when in my fingers
drooped your shining body
when my heart
sang between your perfect
*******
darkness and beauty of stars
was on my mouth petals danced
against my eyes
and down
the singing reaches of
my soul
spoke
the green-
greeting pale-
departing irrevocable
sea
i knew thee death.
and when
i have offered up each fragrant
night,when all my days
shall have before a certain
face become
white
perfume
only,
from the ashes
then
thou wilt rise and thou
wilt come to her and brush
the mischief from her eyes and fold
her
mouth the new
flower with
thy unimaginable
wings,where dwells the breath
of all persisting stars
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
honey stained lips
maple syrup skin
sticky to mine
drizzled, warm, sleepy sunday mornings
close, closer...
i've always had a sweet tooth
and maybe one day my teeth will be as rotten as she claims to be
for now
i sink them into her
tender flesh, sweeter still, seductive saturday nights
closer, closest...
(juices dripping down my face
i savor them like nothing else
she's the sweetest fruit and just for me)
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC