In the limelight of once covenant Feel and touch Drops cling to the curling of my rose (She darkens there, in the light of you) I recoil in the gloaming The shine shimmies And bursts
To the floor Of scattered leaves And dried red petals The moisture will not plumpen them Or shout any good fragrance onto the breeze
You gaslight my blue abrasions Creating phantasm on my skin A silhouette of features I know well Mouth and hummmm Low vibratory calling A song that sings Eons into my existence
But I await In crouch and ready pose (My curl has not devastated my posture she may unbend herself) To spring forth Out of these blue black strikes You have laid on my courage
My keeper has become A tree that bears fruit I will pluck from it And willingly be put out
My flowering held in hand Full bodied in the wildest Temptation met with choice And it darkens only the red of my lip
What is left ***** Myself For your perversions grow only When pressed inside my shadowy illusion (So keep it to stroke some lonely afternoon)
My eye will grow to no longer notice Any contusion I shed my skin and walk out of apparition
Grace and beauty shown only In a strong light To those who might keep their shadows for themselves