They breathe you in,
my charcoal dreams,
and into life
their ashes bleed.
And everything is canvas
frozen into silence,
letting go of notions, old,
anticipating me
to set flame to the cold
and sear through the sheen
of diamonds in their numbness.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC
They breathe you in,
my charcoal dreams,
and into life
their ashes bleed.
And everything is canvas
frozen into silence,
letting go of notions, old,
anticipating me
to set flame to the cold
and sear through the sheen
of diamonds in their numbness.