You thought me spineless
so in a fit of anger you tore mine out
bloodless, I rose
sword swallower, strengthened
by my tattered paper edges
The abyss of your barren soul
wrapped me in gauze
shrouded me on parallel
partitions
nailed to the crossbars of your lust
Only mother-me did you revere
all hail the hidden cunt
affixed to the missing cross
white cloaked, virginal, tresses unbound
lay me not across the landscape of your desire
grovel at my shrine
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight singed by sullen Sol, not stayed by Poseidon's hand; aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite. Impenitent, the sky rains ash…
There was a time when feathers found me like talismans, they came. Without their soft down, I was grounded, the sparrow thought to lend me flight. Now, neither up, nor down do…
The curvature of the eye marred by irregularity distorts. Rain falling through the aqueous arch prisms, propelling points of light skyward, produces an aura most saintly. Sunlight swallowed by the curve curls…
Brighter than a fall bonfire but with the chill of ice the Winter sun haloes the gray and barren woodland, throbbing, almost hesitant, with a florescent pulse, brazen in its unrelenting descent,…