Maybe I should have been softer.
Kinder in the approach of silence.
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Maybe I should have wrapped you in silk
Instead of burning ambitions and dreams.
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Maybe the words on my tongue deserved
Their own space in your mouth, tasted.
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The necklace on my neck is a chain, burning.
And I can taste my prison sentence like saline.
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It's cool on my mouth like the first touch of fall,
Just as sweet as the mold beneath damp leaves.
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I'd like to lie down there, in the puddles
Gathering beneath the massive oaks.
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Maybe then I could taste the shimmer
Caught on your lips like promised rain.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (3)
Opening with soft regret. Wrapping someone in silk. Hmm. I can imagine myself hairless wrapped in silk. This was great imagery. A great contrast to the act of burning ambitions and dreams Lip to lip. I like the words from one to another. I like how you held 'tasted' as a hostage to make obvious what you meant. Ooo that's unique and original. 'i can taste my prison sentence like saline.' Oh you take your imagery to dark places, never missing a metaphor where you go. Loving the idea of the sweet mold. Promised rain a lovely ending and quite a perfect poem. Outstanding work, Silver 🤗❤️
Each stanza is like a bead of dew. Delicate and refreshing.
this is so incredibly beautiful