Open Poetry #21 |
He hath shaken me |
schizosarus New Member
since 2002-06-18
Posts 7 |
His teeth are smart strung into his brain in a pearly line but of his two front one is black rooted into the lobe where love originates Women swoon to him to listen to his words in darkened halls where shadows fall His tongue is twofold without a shape for no motive not a print no trace of a wind could scatter ash so well His eyes -- ureceptive mirrors spoons holding tiny truths premeds cherry flavored innocence candy coated corpses mouths sown shut to feed He is translucent ebon starry sky where constellations of runic tile would paint his depth at ease He is evil pure and thick his solidity tho’ shaken by altitude I have given wing to thought and he hath captured me |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
This sounds like a basilisk except for the flying part. I like the last line. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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