Quatrains of Ghuleh

Night falls heat dulls

1: ashes to the verb we can't name in tiled sand.
She'll hark to angels with he static hands.
Sometimes hell belongs to man.
With knuckles pale tongue in cheek.

1-2: better to eat and stay at means.
Than emptied out upon your knees.
Hold you head high tonight.
The stars out here will lend you light.

1-3 hear and tell your lonely strife.
And i will show you how you are not the one
Stare your eyes at me tonight.
And i swear to god I'll show you the sun.

1-4: cut all bets to this endeavor.
The heat down here will cause to shiver.
Take her breath, fill your lungs.
This reconcile has yet begun.

-never speak in sand-

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poetry. Each set of lines having meaning and create thoughts. You left me with thoughts and wanting more description. Thank you Andy for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote