Midnight Enamel

Striking the morning’s oil

your cold ice paints against my brow

circles turn circles

wed curtains blow into the cellar of a pale golden frame

I lift myself into the heavy air

hymnal follows my fingers, following my fade

burgundy spurs wild notions 

like horses through a heavy lost saddle

galloping over latitudes of rage

 

are these the doors forced against us

is this our mind bit into two

divisional soldiers asking

who we are within this infinite jaw

 

forcing our pages to burn

we try like madness

 

in the closet no ghost hangers sway

in the future our teeth smile into death

rain is not the problem

 

just empty drawers 

crying their slow bark vertical perfume

painting  from a memory

over the memories that never fade

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

darn it...we are already editing? must be that cold air and the hint of pine floating in! You know I'll be back with more to say later.

[Perdition]

Well, make it slam worthy...and you know how I roll by now..."Nothing gold can stay"..sorry Frost and pine.. Thanks Queen~

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Now...now it feels the way it should sound...now it brings me to emotions that I cannot contain as tears fall into a velvet lined drawer, soaking in the want of the memories trapped there. I'm tapped......

[Perdition]

Okay...Won't touch it...Unless..lol. Thanks A.~

[jacob erin-cilberto]

makes me remember someone who was a best friend....her breath, her scent, her smile...and i know she smiled even as death overtook her...i especially like the third stanza and the metaphor created there. "the divisional soldiers..."

but now, yes, empty drawers...but a memory that is overflowing.
j.

[Perdition]

Sounds like happy memories and glad she smiled as I do believe death is a better friend than we know ..of course never for those left behind...
Someday someone has to explain how the world keeps spinning during those times...Thanks J.