The muse blesses me in the rain
I cannot feed
I cannot weep
My pleasure comes
From the tip
Of a rusty blade
A single kiss in black
I taste of the addiction sweet
Senses alert for loose souls I lick air, taste
Set sail on seas looking for a heart blessed in ruby
Tattoo’d wings drift aimlessly lifting hope beyond
Touch life as I touch my skin
A single sin blesses me
In tomorrows heartbeat I can count again
Suicide disbelievers coated on an angels wing
Inject silver nitrate into my breath and veins
Coloured in mending tearing nails from blackened eyes
I wish you where here now to kiss the sunset with me
In the pit of my stomach I fear goodbyes
Lay me to rest on the bosom of a gypsies gasp
Till I can feel again
Taste the skin from the rust
Life let it slip
A single kiss in black
9 comments:
Lay me to rest on the bosom of a gypsies gasp... I love that line. Great poem Adrian!
Amazing imagery in your words. The gypsies gasp caught me and carried me through the rest of the poem to it's mysterious ending. I must return to reread!
loved the idea of kissing the sunset together.but on the whole i liked the original black kiss better.
Such a moving poem--feeling this, how could one care that the kiss may be the kiss of death? Frighteningly inviting.
Adrian, congratulations on this poem. But I did not post this here and wonder how it got on my timeline?
I took it off my timeline!
in tomorrows heartbeat i can count again....great line that man...intense and gritty as ever...the gypsies gasp, nice touch as well...
powerful write... dark with a hint of romance and wonder.. I love it.
I am always struck with how wonderful your work is A--this in particular just sang to me--
Lovely to read your share ~
I specially like this line:
Lay me to rest on the bosom of a gypsies gasp
I like this very much. So many good sensory descriptions. Like everyone I like the 'bosom of a gypsies gasp' bit, and I also like the line, 'A single sin blessed me'.
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