Sunday, October 7, 2012

Unfinished swan

Left to begin the muse cries tears in Jade


Tears of shadowed past

Has never seen a view

A feather in black

Whispers from the unfinished swan

Sprawl a chalk mark 

Etched in haste on a sidewalk

Crooned in concrete and steel

Pierce a tongue in the quill of ink

A Jester blades your heart in Jade

 

Carve you I must 

Your name

In seeds of indigo

As I lick the nape of your neck

The beads

The beads of sweat

Glisten in the heartlight

As I carve 

Your name

While you and I dance

In the shadow of death

 

This gaze lingers

A moment to long

Captured by eyes of azure

Fleeting

Licked by the dragon

Absorbing the pearls

While the rasp of scales

Leaves scars on my soul

 

Finish me in a mask

Remnants of a deed left in haste

Carve your name in, Jade

The Jester cries at simple misgivings 

Retched blade encased in rust

Carve jade I must

Leave me to die

Feathered

Unfinished swan

2 comments:

Brian Miller said...

first...great to see you...nice pic dude....

and the poem...a darkness and intimacy...really hot intimacy at that...ha...the carving, the licking...intriguing verse man...

Unknown said...

Whoa... dark and sexual and intense.