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:
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...
Whoa... dark and sexual and intense.
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