deep within the prowling dark,
in the stillness, these hands
forage the steel scaffolds
of pain.
in the stillness --
the rain and the floor,
the toppled silence,
sleeping in the flurry of
these contestations are
no petty solicitations.
i want for only a hand
to pacify unquiet eyes
dizzy with questions.
i want a kiss to take in its flight, your splinters - woodworks
of a name's recrimination.
i want feet to stride past
the torrents of such distinct
cry, outward, as though an outburst - the stars wrestle the
wind as the shadows are loose
in their own leash.
i want only an ample body quivering
skyward, giving in to sliver
in a multitude of glass,
like the tiny fingers of rain
crashing into the earth blind
with force, roadless, tender
with the night's tenure,
amongst livid walls,
and then only ripples, to pulse with the many gilt days of dozing suns until these eyes awaken to
the brew of an unfilled sky.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
deep within the prowling dark,
in the stillness, these hands
forage the steel scaffolds
of pain.
in the stillness --
the rain and the floor,
the toppled silence,
sleeping in the flurry of
these contestations are
no petty solicitations.
i want for only a hand
to pacify unquiet eyes
dizzy with questions.
i want a kiss to take in its flight, your splinters - woodworks
of a name's recrimination.
i want feet to stride past
the torrents of such distinct
cry, outward, as though an outburst - the stars wrestle the
wind as the shadows are loose
in their own leash.
i want only an ample body quivering
skyward, giving in to sliver
in a multitude of glass,
like the tiny fingers of rain
crashing into the earth blind
with force, roadless, tender
with the night's tenure,
amongst livid walls,
and then only ripples, to pulse with the many gilt days of dozing suns until these eyes awaken to
the brew of an unfilled sky.
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