Dark in darling time

Dark in darling time

A Poem by Le poetes chaos dans absinthe

Dancing in twisting 
Empty dust over the lust
Lights in melting blast
Red explosion in blue conclusion 
Songs with dark edge 
Melting inside of me 
Purple bloom what we will see
Something inside 
Like your tender heart
Old letter in hands 
Green trees can also dance
Over arms over me 
There is you 
Breathing to my lips
Showing me new wings
Helping power in us
Find what is not in dust
Beauty is not covered in madness 
Hear it old names 
Feel it heart flames
Silent and high
Up to the sky
Upto the next basement 
Up to the wonderful amazement 
When you make me wet 

Motorbike in your hands
Ride in strong mind
Keep own time
Keep us more then on live
Like olive tree
Like white dove over sea
See your wings 
In one motion
One song just for you 
Precious stone 
In old Roma palace 
Beautiful women
Make victims of her devotion
White stones suck up blood
Pleasures in her mind
Where no one can feel 
What is really real
Rise of new starling 
Inside her powerful garden
Lights in ends
But not her heart
But not her sense
But not her pleasure
But not love 
But not me inside 

© 2017 Le poetes chaos dans absinthe

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you have managed the art of giving much descriptive manner that takes the reader here, there, here, over there ... it reads as scattered thought but quickly sets direction for the reader as the full picture is revealed presenting itself as imagery complete much like the works of an artist post modern ... excellent read expressive imagery

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