long-limbed and lengthwise,
in repose, upon my bed
less and less the dark silhouette
at play, within my head
eyes lachrymal and cerise
limbs argent, adorned
an angel child with the devil's will
carved sibyl heart, and lithic born
reprobate, I wait unturned
in my sanguineous desire
to rest my head against the breast
and await the funeral pyre
Lovely.
Thank you..
I like this bit, “less and less the dark silhouette, at play within my head,” particularly.
I like the use of vocabulary to paint a picture … the black silhouette lightening to silver, colours used to paint images. Lovely.
Deep! As i wrote before; i love your writings very, very much. Thank you again.
What a wonderful poet you are.
Have you ever been published?