Buring Ice

Oh the milky paleness of your skin, mixed with the eyes of summer lay gracefully upon your chest; Over taken by the dreadful light in your eyes, mastering a flame in my soul that burns a thousand times colder than the deepest wintering flowers. Caught in the catalyst of your minds screaming embrace, where twitching, whispering, consuming thoughts rolls from the darkest valley and the highest peaks of your lips.

How many days shall pass before your gentle fingers scrap across my reddened flesh? Forsaken to lay awake in the devils night, sweating in a passion of memory before overtaken by the tidal wave of your voice. Your leering, seeking thoughts that burn me, cascade through my body like nirvana's child; Twisting in feat of that place, to never worship your eyes again? I would rather die, take the beating of your brow, fallen to your shins and call to the wind for never the chance.

Bewitched, teasing you with the sighs of rushing abandonment, stirring those cheeks to their rightful color. Oh, yes save by and by for never to breath in your scent, cocooning over your legs, masking where your light fades. Where never have you gone, tracing your fingers over wrought iron rails, feathers burning at your soulless feet. A candle flame in a windless night, wrapped in silk and left to smother in its own beauty.

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

very well written. The choice of words brings the entire piece to life giving it a eerie quality, invading the readers thoughts. Its incredable what desire can inspire, and this is an astounding poem.