All Tuesday Night I Glimpse Your Face -A Poem by Kayte Anne
Red lipstick kisses litter the mirror, Where I stand, casting lies Into eyes in the moonlit night. The retina Of time’s mirror has left me here, Layers of soul being bruised, and onion-skins Being peeled away. I life the sheet To reveal my body, so alive within this manic Shell as bruises swell whispers underneath My egg-shaped, sunken eyes – Amongst the robes of regret, I am learning What brought to my knees this tender Being. What numbness wore off the beauty Of poems, leaving naught But cruel words meaning nothing And written with a broken-down Pen. Place upon me The gloves of sin, oh Lord, and shift my heart To your loving hands As robes unclothe now, revealing the meeting Of skin on ice as crystals crack And bend. It is Tuesday, and there I am, weakening Into weakened arms as they crush Around me and our voices catch on each other’s Mangled though. The flick of dust is reveling in its first taste of skin; halfways I always meet you, and halfways, My arms outstretched, begging you, take me home. © 2009 Kayte Anne |
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Added on October 23, 2009 Author
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