A Place of Belief

[heslopian]

EDIT 2:
Dolls pinned to trees
surround a patch of shallow graves,
a clearing in which the gone now stay.

Their button eyes and thread smiles
hide a well of invisible power,
keeping away those rebel spirits
who tamper with the dead.

I hold your hand and we,
two city effetes in powdered skin,
stand at the threshold of something primal.

I raise your hand and kiss your mouth,
lightly pushing you against a tree.
All is darkness when the torch falls from my grip,
shutting off on impact. A cotton face sits beside yours.

EDIT 1:
Dolls pinned to trees
surround a patch of shallow graves,
a clearing in which the gone now stay.

Their button eyes and thread smiles
hide a well of invisible power,
keeping away those rebel spirits
who tamper with the dead.

I hold your hand and we,
two city effetes in powdered skin,
stand at the threshold of something primal.

I can almost hear a sentient wind
encircling this place, its voice a spastic blade:
"I'll tear your soul from your body
like chicken from bones".
The silent dolls do not reply, but keep their guard.

I raise your hand and kiss your mouth,
lightly pushing you against a tree.
All is darkness when the torch falls from my grip,
shutting off on impact. A cotton face sits beside yours.