I watch your
Form twist
Serpentine
As the flame
Her bare feet leaving
Scorched prints
On the earth
Come closer
Come closer
Her hands as vines
Fingers sprouting
Warm blossoms on my
Cheek
I will whisper to you
The secret of life
Before
Steel Hands
Wrapped around her throat
Swan white
Snapped
Severed vertebra
Spasms Through and Through
Cold skin
White silk
To my lips
To my lips
As the twig weighted
Down by a single
Hibiscus bloom
Her neck
Hangs at awkward
Angles eyes rolled
Back Eternal
Her dead weight
In my arms
Still pressing against me
Arms spread
Eagle begging
For flight
Lips and nose pressed
To her nape
Scent memories gouge me
Playing over and over
Until tears fall from my eyes
Fallen face-first the
Black earth she cannot smell
Cold dew she cannot feel
Her white limbs splayed
On the grass as a morning lily
Instead the thorn
Cut and discarded
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
I watch your
Form twist
Serpentine
As the flame
Her bare feet leaving
Scorched prints
On the earth
Come closer
Come closer
Her hands as vines
Fingers sprouting
Warm blossoms on my
Cheek
I will whisper to you
The secret of life
Before
Steel Hands
Wrapped around her throat
Swan white
Snapped
Severed vertebra
Spasms Through and Through
Cold skin
White silk
To my lips
To my lips
As the twig weighted
Down by a single
Hibiscus bloom
Her neck
Hangs at awkward
Angles eyes rolled
Back Eternal
Her dead weight
In my arms
Still pressing against me
Arms spread
Eagle begging
For flight
Lips and nose pressed
To her nape
Scent memories gouge me
Playing over and over
Until tears fall from my eyes
Fallen face-first the
Black earth she cannot smell
Cold dew she cannot feel
Her white limbs splayed
On the grass as a morning lily
Instead the thorn
Cut and discarded
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