Monday, March 06, 2006

Abandoned

Golden soft spiraling diadem

Loving the pillow so sweetly.

Breathing in the atmosphere

Of absence and supple whimsy.

Perfume of longing and heat

Stirring heavily like a melody;

A song of fresh, beautiful hands

And purple locks sweeping faintly.

Waiting for the stretching limbs

Of the God of transgressions.

Gripping delirium and dismissing

Forgiveness with a slow nod.

Dimness binds closer to embrace

The vibrant enduring colors

Of blood and blue and bite.

Lost with demons and echoes

And no one’s missing me.

3 Comments:

Blogger Slain said...

Howardian style woven seamlessly into gentle touch

marvelous

12:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm trying, but not quite up to Howardian style; I think.
SS

12:06 PM  
Blogger Slain said...

thou hast humility where tis needed.

a rare trait!

5:31 AM  

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