I share the muse a dream
Cut the blade
Inside
A pool of tears
To hide behind
To live or die
Lick me
Savor
The taste of fear
Taste in the ecstasy
Tease the blood
Amaranth seduction
Of a pleasing
Quicken the breath
Gasp in sweet
Drink cerise air
Smooth slithered edge
Of a love
Of a lust
Hold sharp in a palm
Jade whispers
In severed dreams
Of blood
Of dust
love
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blood
dust
you've made the topics so seductive...
love
ReplyDeletelust
blood
dust
you've made the topics so seductive...
I've had to go away and Google 'Amaranth'. The word sounds like something out of The Arabian Nights...
ReplyDeleteWow! I really like this. Excellent title and sharp, hard-hitting, clipped lines.
ReplyDeleteDoes love have to draw blood to be true?
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ReplyDeleteJade whispers
In severed dreams
Of blood
Of dust
Love this...
it is a cool progression there through your close in the mirror rhymes....love lust blood dust...i think love and pain go together all too often....and perhaps that is the way it was meant...
ReplyDeletealoha - the love/pain of our muse - very spot on. one without the other is a challenge. maybe it's not possible? sweet sweet when the muse brings tea and honey tho. cool. and yeah, the love lust, blood dust is a cool echo to end on in my skull. aloha
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