The Glazed Elixir Of A French KissA Poem by DAHyour Gothic eyesThe spirited light, solar-like wind, breath with its passion, the sun’s copious erotic venom.
I speak of everything and all things without caution: this noise inside my head, layers of high-pitched harmonics,
the compressed hours between birth and death, the heart’s heat ascending and descending,
the end always beginning and again your Gothic eyes. I have been here and there, a prodigal hawk
with the flavor of blood-kisses hovering like steam or mist or a weapon stirring the body’s carbonic magnetic motion.
Never the sky always the silence disclosing the stillness in death’s fantasy;life and death, love and loss, a fatalistic dream-reel
as if two mirrors facing each other reflecting a vacant image. I remember a faint trail of finger prints. My impatient pulse
raced into yours: deserted passions, like roses, each one dies the same way our emotions mumbled
through love and into the glazed elixir of a French kiss: In my arms you had fallen asleep not knowing I had left. ==================================== from my second book: The Second Coming (Stillpoint Books) ©dah / dahlusion / Stillpoint, 2012 all rights reserved
© 2019 DAHReviews
|
StatsAuthorDAHCAAboutI don't respond to Read Requests: critique my work and I'll critique yours. It's that simple. Ninth poetry collection is SPHERICAL (Argotist Press, 2019), with poems published by editors from the .. more..Writing
|