Silkscreen

The night sky
is a silkscreen
flooding out secrets
of dissolved stars.

I long to touch against
their momentary
substrates with you.

To pull out
the loose threads
from our agitated skin,
through the finer fissures
of love and forgiveness.

So that when you finally
return to the surface,
you will look for me,
and I will surrender again
to your heathen body.

Like the blue devils
of your favourite tarot deck,
too eager to give away
their best ciphers
for the small chance
of catching arousal
in your sirenic voice.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

To seek, to grasp the sin. We do John F.
Like the blue devils
of your favourite tarot deck,
(too eager to give away
their best ciphers
for the small chance
of catching arousal
in your sirenic voice.)
I adored the complete poem. The above lines I did like and I understood. Sometimes we need the ugliness and dirt to know peace, maybe pleasure? Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote