cold spiders

from your nose
to your toes
a body of snow
a kiss to blow
jeweler's sky
glass encased eye
sweet ice
cold silver
goodbye

introduce the plughole
i crawl up your reel
crushed by the projector
delighted by the positives
i become the guts of the negative
you dominate your cinema
and your phobia
now an angel
you name the stage
but every winter
you're bound by snow
beneath their feet
made by children
you'll never meet

i love your face
silk on bones
artists craft
brushed alone
impressionable
disguised honey
sweet blood
open veins
lovely

woven fingers
in the water sprout
you've come to dig me out
warm hands
you've met spring
kissed the bee sting
taught the birds to sing
retired in the heat
marched to a different beat

decomposing musician
take a seat

Reviews

[Chandler Seven]

this poem's full of simple but quite creepy images... and i love the melodic flow of lines. the only thing that is bothering me (until now) is that i have so many interpretations of what the poem is about.