Liantiam

Jan 12, 2011 19:35

apartments and cold west ends of dormitories
empty mornings shivering upon pillows
clear water on tired brows brushing back your hair
before class the drone of hushed conversation

flickering industrial monoliths before a perfect bay
the small of your back still on my shoulders
austere requiem of your eyes slender ether of my bones
frail steel tracks lead my train along through the cold

ministries of linear structure opaque sonorous slicked streets
from the pour of rain a flowing citadel of absolution
hollow cage of my shadow looking on the crucifix
my fathers subliminal overgrown garden cast in ancient light

the contraction of my soul pushes slate water colors from my breath
reminder of southern winds and graces from the trees left behind
vanishing threshold of innocence newborn experiences left unprayed for
the wither begins

the darkness of my tepid isolation became the atmosphere
breathing shallow droughts
silver rigid coils flourishing
leaving ashen diagrams in the solemnity of her stare
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