April Latitudes

you have it now
perched in cupping hands
that carry thirst away
in bringing rain
and breaking cobalt bottles
dry as you had never been
racing to the currents
in your urgent robes
that tongueless men
had woven with the manes
of broken thoroughbreds
it was youth
in scenes of untethering
the moments
of immaculate corruption
when you burst the irridescent husk
of your hill tumbling spirit days
sent them to their sequestering
and in their stead
kiss and feral touch
the games of lips
betraying what the hungry torch
of eyes wold yearn for
could they shape reflection
into sound
to mask the faceless features
of a wealthier illusion
this I send to you
with ribbonettes of smoke
to charm your blood
and wine to tell
the bells of yearning
what the song in you
refused to sing
I will gather once again
on nameless tongues of road
and in your crimson waters
asking for the animus
that slumbered
in the coils
of  your opaque mirror
and you will turn in laughter
towards the night
handing ashes to the wind
and feel the oscillation
of your darkest orbits
move in me like rain

Reviews

[Gatlianne]

I'd love to see this one as a film - each line taken into the creators soul and made into flashes of beauty...because that's what comes when I read it. It's like I could paint each line and form this elaborate moving picture show