You

A delusional fantasy, from the depths of my morbid heart

You extend nimbly from your roots

sliding across the glass floor - 

The contours of your visage

dripping yellow blood.

Your coldness

shivers the room.

Twigs disintegrate 

into dust.

Open mouthed kisses

freeze in mid-air.

You keep your fingers locked

as orgasmic gasps

reverberate outside.

Somewhere

merry kids sing happy Christmas

hanging wild ornaments

on trees -

You send tremors 

down my spine -

looking at me

with purple eyes

as you tight lipped

weave

a brown rope

to hang you in clear view.

Reviews

[Lilly Negoi]

mmm, this needs more space. what you have here is just a summary of something bigger. at least this is how i feel. the expression is very plastic, and although it is just a "delusional fantasy", as you call it, it does have a certain air of twisted reality. sometimes what we see is not just a fantasy - it's just reality differently perceived due to certain circumstances. and honestly, i don't give a damn about circumstances if the perception satisfies me - as it is in this case :).

[Tate Morgan]

I take it this was a dream it is a sad thing I cannot quite grasp it You write lucidly but this is something I cannot imagine as a reality but a dream

[HopelesslyDevoted]

yes very mysterious and eerie! nice job though

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a mysterious and dark piece..a wrote a poem called You, it's amazing how one poem can differ from another..I am very impressed

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

surreal streaming at its best~ an eerie little beauty mixing traditional human days with the underbelly of darker sinews behind closed doors~ what amazing visuals~

[Laha]

whoa. I see you changed the ending. I like this better. It's morbid yet sensual and raw. more please. :)

[MuSe Ampoule]

great dark piece. the description of the last ecstatic seconds before death done very well.