LOVERS -RIPPLES OF AGED STONE

Her moon painted nails dug deep
pierced and flushed
creation reading some submerged vagrant text
as empty splinters stare into blank
halls as a purple varnish coated hook
stands in a fragrant position

She travels the scented palms
and tolls a huge shining brass bell
lovers congregate as memory loads
the black muzzle gun
shuffling crowds scream inaudible voiced obscenities
from within the stained glass pocket
she wears on twists of time
swinging slowly as her mapped neck
persuades her heart to move

Darkness folds the leather night
tight around the naked stone
She fondles a bundle
small crystal visions
drip from the leaking vessel

Bending down she gentle in creaking gate
replaces each dulled sight
into the spread of cloth