LOVES UNCOUNTED SUICIDE-MIRROR OF THE FOOL

Her tiny flag palms unfurl
as she stretched mast like
afloat as passion sinking cries
this scented earthly bed
covers
as ravens are hidden in black brackish flight
hang on noose
tied to stone pinnacles
god guided between a clouded  shrine

Some gothic winters kiss
spreads across a drifting blood coated gift
beauty ransom
in years breast
I yield to a screaming living death

this tattoo
this unmarked ripped page

I feel the strange orgasmic sensation
as my flesh drips from the shaken bone
an illusion is now the truest delusion
passed into strengths weeping frail secrets

Her voice
that sweet tainted echo
each word
written scribed cut and blended
in my lost and longing soul

Alone
breached upon this shore
in the cowards spiral
watch me rest
watch me counting

watch me counting