In the winds I'll be there
StandingMy body rocking warm with the narrative of your touch
Immersed in the dedication you deluged on my skin
Lingering condolences your presence has left;
Flesh and bone doves beholding my name.
Only existing in your thoughts
I'll be there a gone man
Holding daisies between my eased clutch and mellow fingertips
Eyes, etiolated yet plenty of the blaze that sets my lids awakeA bare lady, unveiled
Bathing in extravagance and rhapsody
Taking the fumes of her groves_
Cherry rancour to mauve mania_
To the suburbia of my room
Absent covers of abstinence protract.
With every tooth I denude_
I'll speak of you_
Exalt that cloy convulsion you evoke
Spurt-out the glee of being in agony
Contorted by limerence;
A rose on my knees
(that is not a sign for mercy)
Asking me to bend more
Speak of meI spark_ petrichor heartbreak
Face-down in the dirt;
A corse in the gruelling soil
All clay limbs and silt particules of honey that move me in.
On a second show of cognizance
Even nothingness is not much tenderness compared to her shackles.
Her detrimant is loving;
Golden palms of smouldering coal
Raging my desire to fickle afire
Dusting tempests, chariots of gale and downpour
To pair with her ire.In the name of having a heart gilded by irrefutable argent needs
I'll be there standing in the winds of your memory
Just_there, until you come back to me.
10 décembre 2022
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MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)
PoetryRiddles of the lamented heart I keep preserved in a decent hush of demented peace and quiet. Major tw bitches