i had a dream we were in love she would kiss my shoulders in the mornings soft like mountain rain, her fingers down my spine opalescent drops to save my burning skin in response, my bones alight on hers sunlit skeleton mimicking the thin heat of her blood when she burns, brightly cold I draw lines of fire across her palms and bring her back to life.
honey, from vast blue reflection pours down the unmarred canvas of your skin diamond lattice laid over impenetrable depths small mirrors in your eyes the panorma from every direction twisted, up side down
Edits (especially Dylan edits) on this piece would be extremely appreciated. Be harsh. Rip it apart. I have far too much ego. And this needs some work still, I think. Feedback is required of those who read this. I'm not kidding. (Okay, fine, I am.) Longacre Estates
Grapes drop into your hands decieved, fingers - long, curling vines. So thin, lily stems weave between middle and ring unnoticed except crystal petals, those diamonds in your eyes.
Covered in black, my palms, gloved, hold little - four sheets, thirty lines, three syllables. "This could end." What could? I strive for clarity, only drink red wine.
It is a cage That keeps me locked up. No key, Lost so long ago. Time is a glacier, Frozen yet flowing Bitter yet beautiful. Contradictions etched in wood A heart on a tree A heart made for you and me. Long ago before the lonely prison Locked up the emotions We shared. Now you're gone Lost My key gone Forever.
Don’t defend a broken down martyr A cut up dream A sold out soul Whose back had been stabbed By resentful heretics, His followers, disciples, friends. Strung up like the angel He became. Cherub of Hope.