it was a Crush of Madness

It was a Crush of Madness

 

dazzled by moonlit spells

arched words shot by poisoned keys

in retrospect

we hunted bosoms of maternal instinct

survival of the strongest carrying signs

marching to Ravel

to death

to spasms of incorrigible

intangibles lasting a decade

mounting energy capsized

encapsulated by failing light

as morning woke from hibernation

and the wolves wept in silence

as they watched from depleted hills

and caught the scent

of exhausted vegetation

withering against a song of sightless lyrics

written by pens darkened with irreverence

and we danced around campfires

lit by stoked matches of optimism

and then the record stuck

groovy voices, interns of movement

never graduated,

but became still as the quiet moon

that once watched us with

hopeful eyes.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/15/1o

Reviews

[sette]

nice flow of words it is like i am in a trance very spellbinding and romantic i should say.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, sette.
j.

[sette]

you are most welcome