sweet silence surround - ext.

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It's dark in here.


My eyes are an angel
in a fountain inoperable

Moss and softness
of rain on your cheeks
are mine and shattering

eyes flicker blue grey and chestnut
backlit, as in a studio, four corners and white walls
except when needed...


Dark in three quarters, but one with a light,
my hand with a pen, and some paints.
An oaken floor and there where you sit;

broken glass toward heaven,
and hips.



To retail the curves
and the peaks and the points,
A body which is bare may shiver.

The reflective in detail
and fingers on flesh,
goosebumps and your hair

direct my vision to one focal point.



Your curls on my chest,
your shine on my lips,
the curve of your throat
and breasts.








Join with me at a dark window.
Wind that tears at my clothes with a tumultuous tongue;
my hands are clasped behind my back
and so are you.


Just out about the horizon see
Nothing but red and a dying tree,
(I say to you with cold lips) and thee
will sacrifice thyself to me...









                                                                                          black blood on cracked lips,
                                                                                              burnt branches and love,

                                                                   red paint and smooth stones on the ground.





                                                                                         eternal sleep and your body,
                                                                                                 one soft curving stroke



                                                                                      roses, sweet silence, surround.








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