Owl's HeadA Poem by C PerilRichard Ingraham - Lydia DyerBut for the block of ice and the screaming warmth within us To ask a question and to touch a frail face that time moulded with my own You are lovely to me because I swear I saw your breath mature; I witnessed the passage of time And I saw the gates of death I entered your noose of life Remember when they thawed us out? We were newborns so naked, wet and emerging into an understanding that: - shipwrecks - storms - sickness - mortality Are not abstract words but truths that twist in the very fibres of reality; my dream lover, we could have sank to the ocean floor Instead you are my mermaid maiden, disaster bride and we wed in stars yes the shadows of God Silver, gold, platinum We'll collect our anniversaries... if they keep making them I am the punchline of your jokes You know my eyes are still upon you as you sit and sow the garments - our wedding rings shine in affirmation, in sun and rain, all weathers I ask the question still though... but for the block of ice? Any other crucible and could I have seen the shedding of your skins, as we waltzed towards the bed?
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1 Review Added on September 17, 2019 Last Updated on September 17, 2019 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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