12-18-2011, 07:19 PM
In the twilight of a sibilant heart
spinning mouths
embroider a silken embrace
from the sky of impersonated longing.
Eggshell gestures
barter cankered covenants
as the snarling flint of skin
grinds against the whetstone of lustful danger.
When pain becomes a broken hunger
who is the lover, and who is the knife?
spinning mouths
embroider a silken embrace
from the sky of impersonated longing.
Eggshell gestures
barter cankered covenants
as the snarling flint of skin
grinds against the whetstone of lustful danger.
When pain becomes a broken hunger
who is the lover, and who is the knife?
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?