SKIN

laid the kiss upon your alter

screaming silent fears swim in mirrors ,collected in broken piles of reflecting tears

a tight weaved rug seeks my eye

i ponder on its dull design

my life is in suicidal contemplation -yet senses seek a saviour

crucified colours now dance ,taunting a lover spread across the crushing wave

wild dogs howl ,there necks bald and tongues drip the sacred skin

i decide to scratch the marble arm

the word RAW  has asked me to balance

once you have taught the skin crazy

you never really accept the way the room stands square

1940's glass corset-strung on the modern leash

dusty alarms ache to sound the heavens psalm

morbid,brown caskets- where the images of the living cling to the finest photographic halls

must i take another captive breath

will peace always blow in the autumn madness

the skin climbs

the skin sleeps

it wakes a couple of times in darkness and on throne

spilling desperate pools of liquid across clean smiling shrouds

again the skin moves against the unwanted collision 

the skin awakes