mechanics

how astute of you to mention death

the ripening of your thoughts bloomed into bloodflowers

halcyon nothingness withering on your tongue

as night slips into forbidden places

 

i wish my eyes would dip into the heart of you

pull out all the ill-flavoured tendrils and wrap them around mine

we don’t need bloody palms to find our common heritage,

only fretful afternoons and words and words and words

 

but i crave decadence like a man keens for his dying breath

still ill, strung out on malign hunger

reign over me and absolve me of delusion

lambkin, reign over me and dare to prove me right

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Quiet rich imaginery with impact of dark and light. You create picture very nice. Bitter of life can turn to sweet fruit. You are great poet

[astraladvocate]

thank you!