Shadows of darkness on parchment clean.
Scratched , inflicted as creation storms in.
Build, dream and see in the black marks
on my formerly pure, etiolated skin.
Play with the words, hide and then seek
me out again as I wait for you to ravage me.
Paint your voice on, I am your palette.
Make me beautiful with your cruel barbs of whim.
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 1:38 AM UTC
Shadows of darkness on parchment clean.
Scratched , inflicted as creation storms in.
Build, dream and see in the black marks
on my formerly pure, etiolated skin.
Play with the words, hide and then seek
me out again as I wait for you to ravage me.
Paint your voice on, I am your palette.
Make me beautiful with your cruel barbs of whim.
Copyright C Rosser
