Running After the Moon

I traced your curves in the moonlight

shedding its penitential memories onto the sheets

retina’s vibrated and collapsed

as my dry lips reached forward

alcohol steamed from my pores

wondering if dreams could tell me the things

I never could imagine in memory

warm lips leached the cold from the nerves in my spine

and ducts closed themselves off

until my heart wrapped its clever tendrils

like finger flickering flames 

over ivory keys of failure

creating beauty from void

Damning the hemorrhage

left by slammed doors and black bags

This is where the end begins

Reviews

[Who Cares]

Your imagery was vivid, and your words powerful. The last three lines really stuck out to me. They were beautiful. Great job

Damning the hemorrhage
left by slammed doors and black bags
This is where the end begins

i loved this part, wonderful imagery.

[Octob3r Star]

"Warm lips leached the cold" awesome imagery. Thanks for the write.