Elegy for a Shooting Star

Written for Selene's Synaesthesia contest (a topic which hits rather close to home; thank you for the lovely reminder!).

He spoke to me in silk and sand,

soft voice rasping, abrading away

the hot hard walls encircling

that blue-green-bitter-soft spot

buried somewhere inside my ribcage.

 

The evening sky was in his mouth,

spilling out

in tangerine, black raspberry

and honeydew

with every word.

 

I licked the salt

from the back of his neck,

cool lilac pooling

inside my chest - 

holding my breath - 

 

his bones held the sharp slate fragility,

blue and grey,

of a morning risen too early in the sky;

the dawn awake in ashen hues,

risen too early to see

and gone too soon.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the sensuality is pure nectar~ the flavors of passion divinely poured and sampled with care~ thank you for entering the contest~ Ariel Chance~ =)~

[Lilly Negoi]

"his bones held the sharp slate fragility,
blue and grey,
of a morning risen too early in the sky"
wow! you really have the feeling of this...:)

[Aidz]

This is so well written, flowed sensually from one line to the next...well done

[Robin]

words - felt , translated in a unique language of perspective