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I'm experimenting with themes behind short lines of poetry. I know alot of my poems don't make sense outright and you sometimes have to dig for the meaning, so I guess I'm trying to perfect it or something.

I dunno. I haven't written a poem in a freaking LONG time.



I traced heaven on his frosted lips,
Huger laced upon my aching fingertips-
As the moon shines bright,
God’s waxen soldiers glimmer within

The cold twilight,
Yet his grace flows like blood within the veins,
Of parched land brought fodder from
Crystalline rain.

I traced heaven on his frosted lids,
Caught his soul within my eye-
Embraced the flames of fervent needing,
And with his wings, I struggled

To touch the sky,

I traced heaven on his frosted limbs,
Yet he was cold as stone.
Hands warmed with sympathetic embers
Scorched my spirit, inflamed my soul-

I traced heaven on his frosted heart,
A fountain of forbidden indulgence,
His words burst forth, a sweet, sweet wine,
To my drunken heart,

Each shuddering of his spirit
Coinciding near mine.

I traced heaven on his frosted name,
Yet never desired such sin-
For as his warmth embraced, and I surrendered whole,
The ice returned again.