Affinity

O, your silence is distant

Like the cold shimmer of

Nameless, impassive stars

Sprinkling diamond dust on

A world of ash and dust.

 

The warmth of her skin,

The salt in her sweat,

The pulsating night of

Her pupils, and her breath

On my slightly parted lips

 

Speak a truth that your

Prophets and scriptures

May not deny. I have seen

The sagging shoulders of

Crumbling old age

 

Collapsing onto a

Stubborn heart that's

Like a hooked fish

Dragged onto the  

Shores of another realm

Gasping, dying, dead.

One day our sighs and screams

Will be silenced; one day perhaps

We’ll behold you greeting us with

Open arms, dressed in white.

 

You, made of the mist

Of our myriad hopes and dreams;

You, a sometimes thought

That drifts through the air like

A weightless white feather

 

Trampled on by sinewy feet,

Crushed by hard hands

Made of flesh and bleached bone

That know only the law of kill

Or be killed.

Reviews

[Amber Stone]

wow! epic lines that instantly. unavoidably, teleports the reader to the writer's world.

[Laz K.]

Thanks, Amber.