Twining
these wings in diversion
I've elapsed..
there Is no misreading
these wings exhaust
breaking away
to the milky way moon
and dark ivory sea
with swaying hips
glowing by the glint
in a raven vault of heaven
..
vapor
lanced inside me
like a helix
and your lambent visage
is etched by our waves
you endure
emptiness with you
except
the delicate rosey interior you
had coveted in the passed
you had set free the anchor
and forsakened the charity
depleted blue reflections
grow vaguely in my hand
so i bandaged up my box
of its battered soul ,
and i stitched myself shut
and i abandoned your escape
of memory
[ ||. ]
hostile. incisive. and sunkened
in this entity i revered
you will somehow
breathe me into exaultaion
for the final time
-before all else maybe-
you and I
two serpants intertwine
we brutaly encircle as one
you are the zeal
no more
in the act of the dying beat
i lay it to rest
as you dreamed
one of these nights
it will shatter skyward
it will tred lightly in your inkling
in baptizems of sand
in torrents of blood
~
in each other
languishing
missing you.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
Twining
these wings in diversion
I've elapsed..
there Is no misreading
these wings exhaust
breaking away
to the milky way moon
and dark ivory sea
with swaying hips
glowing by the glint
in a raven vault of heaven
..
vapor
lanced inside me
like a helix
and your lambent visage
is etched by our waves
you endure
emptiness with you
except
the delicate rosey interior you
had coveted in the passed
you had set free the anchor
and forsakened the charity
depleted blue reflections
grow vaguely in my hand
so i bandaged up my box
of its battered soul ,
and i stitched myself shut
and i abandoned your escape
of memory
[ ||. ]
hostile. incisive. and sunkened
in this entity i revered
you will somehow
breathe me into exaultaion
for the final time
-before all else maybe-
you and I
two serpants intertwine
we brutaly encircle as one
you are the zeal
no more
in the act of the dying beat
i lay it to rest
as you dreamed
one of these nights
it will shatter skyward
it will tred lightly in your inkling
in baptizems of sand
in torrents of blood
~
in each other
languishing
missing you.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
