Fly away across the zephyr With these ruined wings still beating O, this pill makes less of lesser Run! For it is now or never
By Sims Locklear2 months ago in Poets
O wing deliquesce My memory is still flesh All else is the sea
Sweet, unmask me not of this burning flesh This blistering, flashing and churning flesh These bursting bolts of love you beg me for
Bring fire down to fingers Which squirm with madness Bring violent magic, O silent serpent Stirring in primeval waters
The day is cold and full of vitriol The sky here scolds with livid eyes And in the pale morning I hear the toll Of squawking crows that wait on high
The taste of your ghost Grip the bone and make me a grave Dirty my shovel your dark grunge Deep beneath humus and horror
Honeysuckle wraps the rafters like yellow hands Gripping at the wet, dripping posts And a bruised flower pops up from the floor
