// forbidden suns //

white-roses-4

How long since the feeding.

How long since the fragrance on the mouth of lilac

and quiet freedom.

I am curled against my self awareness

somewhere far away, the mad dog of eternity sits waiting

to collect my freckled footsteps,

moaning and sighing up from the ground.

Rose petal tea. I am wearing ivory cream sheets,

gazing out across

the sliding rain

through the burning bedroom window.

Purple ivy over stained glass clouds,

picture frames cutting off

my gray hands.

Smoking cigarettes made of fog,

drawing frankincense from

the throat

of all the silent kinds of

threats.

And so the day begins

to fall upon the slope of my shoulder blades,

sitting here alone

above a strange

world.

.

.

.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s