Via Dolorosa

In brown eyes

Estuarial

Her emptiness

breathes 

Clovers kneel over country

Smiles in knowing 

step over step

An easy  

Tongue to cheek

 

Reticent layed

A landscape

Warm 

 

Last moments of uremic portend

I find your days descending into white

Pillar roses in climbimg groves

Each free willed

Incendiary

The plume glowing like a pulpit  

Shays laid cheekbones with thine own

Screams of soft whisper

The portrayal of your willful world

 gathering inside each seed of mustard 

 

Noble drips 

A fool of wilderness

Shirtless they brim

Freely

Like laughter of otter strolls

Such the Mead in glasses of god

Sparkling

Voices still wet from

midnight’s sleep 

Windows of rainfall

 

In brown coiffure

Ancient locks are reaching

 into my illness

Deep overtures lost 

Wet umbilicus filled with Greek papyrus

 

From here I stake our own conclusions

The waxing moon

As it spills

Weary of Mars

The origins

Growing as

She dangles 

 

And O

How it kills me

To know our distant silence

To know

What intends 

The last in letters

Our transient lips

Again indebted 

Again against us

 

The Via Dolorosa

Bleeding my assuagement

In songs 

Her desires 

soft as heaven 

She brings

My mind in desolation 

I dare in thoughts of sleep 

A suppled brown

A white winged 

perpetual hand reaching 

Taste of thighs with lip

Unyielding  pools

In drips of papaya

And you

My breath of

brown

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

*sigh*
I'm so glad you continue to write because your writings are an inspiration to me as a poet.

[Perdition]

Awww, best review ever!

[Brittany Zedalis]

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