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Hand On Your Heart
Sunday, August 9, 2009/ 8:16 PM
Let me in –
Trace the ruby constellation, Incisions like quadrats on a Parched land of lost horizons Drawing the sanguine spill of warmth in The tunnels of your underwater cave playing Hide and seek – The ivory towers embellishing Livid complexions of curdled linoleum Gentle palpitations; still they drumbeat, Waving the anchors to my threaded hunt Almost as if to say I will find you – Basking in new found glory Clearing the channelled complexes; The tempest is visceral, Gone at the door connecting Our souls in calamity, chanting You want me – Budge not so I bludgeon Disregarding the yielding cracks Of porcelain unveiling the outer shell, Petty guardian of amaranthine vessels Through your hollowed centre. Bleed it out – Blending those firecracker lights My red ribbon cuts deep into your Inner core where you lay, almost As if you were waiting for me To break you into delirium. You have me – Caught, dripping grace on my mains As the door opens, Dilating hues of your evening stars that Kiss this blissful night goodbye, almost as if I carved the life into you, Yours in mine. Labels: Compositions, Thoughts |
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