A LOVER IN ME
With a voice torn from too many bars
She hung her whispering charms
upon the silver noose, I wear
we caught all the moons we saw
shining on the sweating heaving floor
sunlight stripped our hearts away
and frozen dogs returned too bay
howling against her skin
pleading Angels raked with jagged grins
silence ran holding hands
with suicide glances
she fell crushed into my arms
breaking waves of reeling sound
bleeds into my empty broken bottles
Now we stitch colours for the blind
crucified into decisions
fleeing on the dawns rising plights
she told me a rhythm
before the mist descended
Saints crowd into the tiny womb
and on a brown wooden table
Β drinks remain
Me and her
lovers in stain
Β
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phenomenal read. exquisite imagery and cadence.