the tower sways in the storm. the candles tremble against our breath. the sparks stutter. the atoms collide. a chaos of moments roiling under our skin.
the fission of touch ignites. flesh erupts.
it's loud. always louder than it should be. those murmurs of surrender. as the end closes the gap. time on its tiptoes. choice in handcuffs.
the winter lingers. the cold decides us. in empty beds and broken kisses.
there is no beginning. no finish. only what is left.
Just finished up a leisurely soaking in your April and May posts ... lovely words and images. I think the one that is staying with me the most is 'the ambivalent thieves"... what a great phrase and sentiment.
Gorgeous work.
appreciate the feedback. thank you for reading.
First time here - followed from Harlequin's blog - this poem is sublime - love the dark edges.
thanks for visiting. appreciate the feedback. and thanks to harlequin for the link.
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