"auria" poems
may the eyes of every
slithering light be blindfolded,
my love is here with me
may the night be
as quiet as a village,
my darling gently dries her wings
let no thought betray,
no stone pelt a shiver,
my dove goes visiting a dream
hush now, oh deepest
of all fathom,
the world floats on a heartbeat
all things done, undone,
things indelible, leisurely
things, now discarded
a parting feather in flight
descends...
her beguiling bejeweled body
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
I can't breathe anymore;
there's a weight on my
chest like a boulder.
I'm numb,
although my ribs
are breaking.
I can hear them
crack, but I can't
feel their splintered
ends in my sides.
I'm drowning;
my thoughts consume me.
They coat my throat like
tar, sticky and black.
They hold down my
tongue, make it
heavy like lead.
I'm suffocating,
hands around my neck,
blue in the face,
red in the lips,
crack and dried up,
a desert in the
winter snow.
I'm bleeding out,
ruby staind,
purple bruises.
I'm singing an
auria,
a muffled hymn,
a cry for help.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 4:09 PM UTC