she said: i spun this web for us
and so i recoiled my spine like a strand of twine,
oh how quickly i came undone.
her words crushed me like stiletto's through these ever-so-delicately quilted fabrics.
i mentioned i came from the depths of the marshes,
how the birds fluttered their wings merely on the trembling of her lips.
how venom spews straight from her hips,
like serum on your wounds please tell her you love her.
her celtic vibrations carried throughout the night and rang like cathedral bells in the arctic.
her legs cripple your eyes, and her thighs, oh her thighs are like two railroad ties pinning you to the ground without a sound and the last thing you see are her two lips biting down.
tell this widow to lighten up or else she is to be confused with another shadow in the night.
and when i froze at first sight of her pales she still wouldn't believe me.
she said "this world isn't big enough for the two of us, so stop making those beads underneath your eyelids where i can't taste them."
{for the tears that fled from our cheeks, down beneath the lenses of our peepers, we postmark what we can and mail it to the sea keepers.}
[and for our kindness we recieve, a temporary bandage for the scratch.]
.... much like a gash and sniff on your heart what you smell are the emotions you peeled away....
you were so eager to see what was within your onion, you forgot your manners and just left the whole produce section to compost.
in the heap of the battle leaves floated down off branches to comfort you in the night like a blanket. too bad nature never learned to knit. she could heal your wings in a color undefined.
oh how quickly i came undone.
her words crushed me like stiletto's through these ever-so-delicately quilted fabrics.
i mentioned i came from the depths of the marshes,
how the birds fluttered their wings merely on the trembling of her lips.
how venom spews straight from her hips,
like serum on your wounds please tell her you love her.
her celtic vibrations carried throughout the night and rang like cathedral bells in the arctic.
her legs cripple your eyes, and her thighs, oh her thighs are like two railroad ties pinning you to the ground without a sound and the last thing you see are her two lips biting down.
tell this widow to lighten up or else she is to be confused with another shadow in the night.
and when i froze at first sight of her pales she still wouldn't believe me.
she said "this world isn't big enough for the two of us, so stop making those beads underneath your eyelids where i can't taste them."
{for the tears that fled from our cheeks, down beneath the lenses of our peepers, we postmark what we can and mail it to the sea keepers.}
[and for our kindness we recieve, a temporary bandage for the scratch.]
.... much like a gash and sniff on your heart what you smell are the emotions you peeled away....
you were so eager to see what was within your onion, you forgot your manners and just left the whole produce section to compost.
in the heap of the battle leaves floated down off branches to comfort you in the night like a blanket. too bad nature never learned to knit. she could heal your wings in a color undefined.