And I Hear
A swaying above.
The dank black
form of the musty chandelier
Gives off its
empty, flickering brilliance.
A blue ghost
sweeps into my periphery
Discarding its
turbulent vacuum through the din gloom.
I seem to catch
it. My mind says yes
As time swallows
me whole.
It moves with my
heart, and like it, my heart
Carries on
without you.
The shadow of
your own lengthy form sways against me
As it and time
passes.
Your skin burned
into my neuronic template
Locked away.
Precious.
Lost love plated,
inscripted.
Savor your
essence on my rough tongue,
Lingering sweetness
seeps into me
Like some still
remains to be dug up and lifted from the earth
Semi-intact,
waiting to be revived.
Through the
particles of dust and dirt,
Forgotten pages,
and gifts, and glass,
Sounds stolen,
possessed, passed.
And I, a grave
robber,
Thief of the
heart`s lost but hollow beauty
I possess a
memory of hair as if washed by strawberry rain
It softly rests
upon my shoulder as I observe
Watch it. Embrace
it.
But still press
through greedily to another moment pillaged.
And move away to
crave only the ugliness
Found in a
twisted, uncharted future.
Time is
A bleak, faded
non-presence
Slipping through gnarled
hands
The sweeping of
their curling nails
Against the
battered old wooden board of time`s fortress
Moving
relentlessly, moving away
From moments so
frantically captured
Swallowed inside
my craving wanton self.
Your and my own
verses jut out
Just out of reach
but still
There as its own
heavy presence between us.
Your verses in
timed rhythm with my restless limbs
Longing to push
forward
Moving ahead into
this gloom
Running from time
and its nightmares and desolate visions
Of the fallacy it
is.
Vast legs so warm
compared to this cold marble
That I caress
now.
Like the carvings
of the ancients:
Cold, lifeless,
dead to all.
Like you: a vision long lost.
My blue lips
nipping the tips of your slender fingers
My teeth ripping
your fingerprints away from you
Kept close and
safe: your essence.
It is mine for a
while.
So I drift
Away
Time cannot
consume what I have gained
It utters your
name as it passes
And I hear.
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