just another poem on a page...
as if rapture itself has taken control
my concern's lifted, thru an uprooted soul
a moon so pure it's blades cut clean
an empty room awaits, by your eyes, to be seen
paper and pen stand on end to be read
gracefully placed words that i wish i could've said...
"this time is so precious, the minutes so small
i can't stand being away, the truth is i'd crawl
with paws unclawed and eyes all but seered
i'd pass thru depth's gate for a chance to be near
your wings of silk spand 'cross candle lit cloth
hiding silence of beauty. a cacoon not of moth
but of sacred insides that await to slip free
slender eyes awaken, lay your light upon me
whisper words without breath, leaving scars in my flesh
induce pain with your touch and your kisses of death"
my concern's lifted, thru an uprooted soul
a moon so pure it's blades cut clean
an empty room awaits, by your eyes, to be seen
paper and pen stand on end to be read
gracefully placed words that i wish i could've said...
"this time is so precious, the minutes so small
i can't stand being away, the truth is i'd crawl
with paws unclawed and eyes all but seered
i'd pass thru depth's gate for a chance to be near
your wings of silk spand 'cross candle lit cloth
hiding silence of beauty. a cacoon not of moth
but of sacred insides that await to slip free
slender eyes awaken, lay your light upon me
whisper words without breath, leaving scars in my flesh
induce pain with your touch and your kisses of death"