before the dawn broke her breath sighed whispered lullabies becalmed face touched by argent moonsight as the silver lady smiled through glass
By Brady Bowen 4 years ago in Poets
I lit myself afire today to burn off all the dross around my pyre I danced and played and never felt the loss The first flare of orange flower
bayous hold the sagewise knowledge of the slumber-soaked lands of New Acadie lifeblood of mud and darkwater lazily smiling bank vaults of the organic
I wonder when they’ll stop those weeping-wind chimes the neighbor brought from the flea market that market must have been stocked by
There is darkness in me slithering coiling into circly-shapes and shining inky black and sapphires glinting like the oiled mechanisms of war machines
You come to me and doors within fly open, their sharp reports a song of heated welcome for your sojourn here here within me, where your giggle sounds
Oneness. I have swept the performers away out of this cavernous space this electrified data dwelling of wishes and commands.
I want to know the fire of new love volcanically, all molten passion that cools into solid devotion and a decadence of lust
Thirty-six steps this corridor in this darkened quiet mausoleum of medicine midnight, disinfected ignominy of waiting in expectancy
