Pearl

Gliding pearls on her skin, blinded in blood.

Anemic Fingers pluck black cello strings and hold white, sallow pearls that you once kissed. The moths that leave your lips brush your hair and breathe your poison; they film your tongue and grow lush on your cheek.

I saw the blood that ran from your mouth as you kissed my hand.

You fall in a pond of pearls and cover them in a thick violet.

I kiss your rose cheek while you seep. You seep into my fingers as I hold you, and swallow violet pearls.

Reviews

[Maan]

I agree with the other reviewers, its unique and the imagery is excellently written in words. Great job, keep it up.

[Omega]

Great poem! I love the imagery you put in it. My only real advice is for you to try to make your poems rhyme when you use this style of poetry. But still, nice work!

[khalid]

that is really wonderful. you have been drawing a very nice picture of slow romantic time..i have enjoyed this image...i have enjoyed the music beneath the words and the lines....i have enjoyed the flow and the words picking..

[Khal Attero]

Magical!

[The Jay]

It's giving a unique mental image. Wow.