Jeweler's Hand

I'm bound--
to drip...
while her lips spout ruby fiction.
We'll grieve and scratch
all the vinyl from your eyes
as the fire pokes
and you wonder why its riddled with frets.
I contemplate all the mysteries you sow
it's not an argumentative contradiction
just words of treasured pleasantries
I'm glad you've finally shone your face.
Don't be alarmed
it's not the stars won't shine
only we can't see.
A mechanism to brandish--
a choir and still
you moan, just to last
If you listen
then proceed to taste
I promise all your dreams will ignite
a flame to suspend out from our heads
and detect all my grins with an awful eye.
A somber request and dance
to saunter in the castle made from sand.
And beware...
the Jeweler's  hand.
Fiendish caresses and lotion neglection.
And all the trembles gather to yank the yarn
on your unheard signs.
Lovely, only you can balance on the house of cards.
But the shame to see is--
I'm not the only one able to kick it down,
while your miseries become entwined
with tangerine tears to sweeten the sea.
Lead the pack, and I won't shy
just lick the grooves on the sapphire's curve
well calculated and ready to mold.
If you stay, I won't promise a ring.
Perhaps the Jeweler's hand.

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I like how you infuse your cryptic style with such a vibrant storm of thoughts...
You always take me on a trip...!

Like the bittersweet taste of acid... it blows my mind...
melting the sand castle down to dust...

you never promised a ring...but it was well worth the journey... ;)
Nicely penned, Josh!~xoxo~:)

[Be A Fighter]

Wow...impressive word play. Seriosusly that's talent.

[Prime]

Something comes up in my mind after reading this! Haha ! It's wonderful, though. :D

[Rosaria_V]

A very beautifully written poem!!