Keep swimming
In this breath
You have tried to loosen past
The debris upon the shore,
Upon the spaces
Beneath your blackened eyes.
You weep
With cruelty to your sleep.
Every feverish dream
Sinks you deep
Through memories, to keep.
This wallowing
You perform, in your banquet
Upon sculptures
Of destroyers,
Leaves you open,
Swallows you, broken.
I kneel
Near to your decaying form,
While petals surround
Of the same
Lacking taste.
Can we keep our thorns close
In this embrace
Of no grace?
Beautiful, I must say. Your words arouse a different/new perspective, and a curious one.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks for the comment! 🙂
LikeLike