bare the yellow light
in me draw it along
on smooth and creamy wheels
lift it lift it to my eyes so i can feel the flame on these lips
breath broken heart heaving
blood leaves on its own be not afraid
blood wings of ivory flee also
cajoling
calling promises to lead the way
you cannot stay the feel of quiet and the touch of silence
(the spirit of death has left the building with elvis)
i am contained all and everything in one place
the pallor of japanese gardens live in me
a watercolour of eggshell mist an etching of bone
a sculpture of blood welcomes me
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
