Smelting sin

thoughts, a doodle of a poem

They are closing in, 

scent of smelting sin: 

and I am born within. 

Within a distant galaxy,

they curl her into stardust, 

and she burns with asteroid lust, 

a hidden finality. 

Distasteful seduction 

wet upon stone lips

the spiders keep us filthy.

As creatures of ethereal deep 

call to her chattering dichotomy. 

Fulfill our wish and draw chaste 

emeralds from endless sleep. 

Cascade decadent

and hang upside down:

the world bleeds incessant. 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ruth]

And yet rebirth comes in many guises. The internal wandering and wondering is not without its blessings. Nice to read you today hon :)

[SilentVerses]

So beautiful to feel still the connections through words and colours :)