The gods words made waves across shoreline
Sore undulation disturbed tacit rocks
Pears and grape sour in ice
Death, a rag in my mouth
Surviving through blue ice wakening life
Squalls in humid fold
Silence
The ferryman demands his payment
Three filigree coins light in pocket
Come on! Pull!
As far as my arm reaches
Mercy for the sound, mercy in surround
No … Don’t go
Please don’t go
To be young and pound fist over bonfire
Frozen elms lending vapor in rushing air
She can give you a look that cuts glass
Breath punched hot, rolling out in baked fruity schema
We
Of passion and last requests
Are terrible people
As the ones we love
Let dying befuddle
We move like pretending snakes
Writhing to our inner leather
Bodies of smoldering decay
Stitched in greased fealty
Fill ourselves and our loss
Ripe in print, with ash
Leave a message
In person
The cooling of skin
Particles of dust catch in air
Mosaic blends anonymity behind metal veil
Healing lies in warm reeds, shining with glossy foresight
We turn from river our feet slide against stones, one reveals a red center
Brave are the climbers of days, smelted silver against weave
Time is figment
Last chance
Bonfire of vanity exposed in vaunt
Destroy sacred things
Whatever we’ve said
Seen each other through so much
lost snapshots
Here is your arm reaching out
Bare witness
Walk away
Forgive me
Die in the end
Need nothing
Of memory
Debts withdrawn
You live no more
and I?
Find love
In strange arms
Riding out the night
In lethal home coming
Wow 🙂
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I see, you’re in rare form & it is bountiful.
You haven’t missed a beat. Not a single beat~
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Beautiful poem. Thoughtful.
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