leafless desire.

His love is stickless
leafless desire
Wooden abstract ettire
no fire,

shadows run and laugh
At play,

the ground is burning
paving the way,

the tunnel
to his death,

seeking no redemption,
the devil
holding his breath,

He's absurdly beautiful
like a withering rose,

blinded by nothing
eyes pecked out
by crows,

that's the way
the garden grows
subtly around my feet

His love is stickless
leafless desire,
Wooden abstract ettire

My hands always holding
the fire.

nardine Sanderson 07/10/2015.