Inside her tomb, softly fixed
When days of strange laid to rest
her pillowy mouth, splitting
to taste its drifting wind
Her being, forlorn
spent inside of shadows
drawing up in this hole, licking
a taste of shutter beyond sleep
At her shoulder, a biting breath
one who perished within the hour
Feeding her songs
of clustered blood and binding wind
Their union, softly fixed
In this hole, where beetles feed, on bodied tissue and drying meat
enamored, in love
a fancied taste in blinking sleep
My goodness this is so full..in complete opposition perhaps to the woman in this place who feels so empty..and waiting..wonderful sensuous imagery..trips off the tongue ambrosia..Jae
ReplyDeleteThank you Jae. Yes, for some life is limiting, scarce, and empty where love is met only is dreams or, unreasonably so, only after death.
Deletethis is some lonely undertones to it. poignant read
ReplyDeleteTotomai, thanks for stopping by!
DeleteThe imagery here is very poignant and sad. Again, well-written.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Sherry!
DeleteThe contrast of life and death I'm reading in this is delectable.
ReplyDeleteYes, another melting mixture. Thanks for stopping by Tania!
Delete*shudder* This has an eerie feel to it. I could feel the beatles crawl under my skin.
ReplyDeleteHi there, thanks for reading!
Delete*beetles
ReplyDeleteI like the other was you put it, for a moment I could hear their music! ;-)
DeleteSo pretty! First thing I think of is Juliet...must be that last book I read! I love the way you weave words.
DeleteOf course, Romeo and Juliet would've made good 'strange bedfellows', but I didn't think of them. Instead I read "I Died for Beauty" by Dickinson and came here.
DeleteVery poignant and beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteDana, thank you for reading! :)
Deletedifferent and beautiful......
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sreeja!
DeleteVery beautiful and well written.
ReplyDeleteThanks Danielle!
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