Crow

white skull rose; my enslaved bone

teeth clasp together, tender

and worn by sugared passion.

another scent of dusty inscence

burning through our night,

fallen at eachother's feet. there

we wait, a stern direction calls.

 

And as you leave to return, in heist

I lay, no longer laden.

 

 

Reviews

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Really lovely writing. I like your whole wording. Keep it up!
Do you read mine to Anguish and She!

[Emily B]

stunning really

[~Princess~]

I loved it great job my friend. thought the poem made more than perfect sence.

[Kes]

Oooh. I like the ' teeth clasp together, tender / and worn by sugared passion'. Those two lines make my teeth go on edge. :)
Lovely piece of work. I wish I could write like this.
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. wow ...
. the last two lines especially ...