A Malicious PerfectionA Poem by Tai RyensFrom wherein the angel's heart does malice brew so cold?From wherein the angel's heart does malice brew so cold?
Asperity awaits; looming beneath an elated demeanor While my fingers danced atop a cherub's breast, Undone by the footprints of those who wandered before me. I need not you to speak of the past, 'Tis all written on your stomach. Yet, is that not what you are? Trampled petals, stomped by carelessness; Quenching for thirst, Yearning for the sun from under The shadows of strangers, Expecting a piece of you?
Why is it I chose you? Amid the flourishing gardens of heaven, O, you chose to lay on the brink of a canyon. And I still caught your eyes. Miles away, Yet you enchanted me by a moment's sway, And I wrestled death for you.
I ordered you be nurtured by the servants, Humming lullabies that substituted love, Watching your every branch bear fruit As my mouth drools; Without a taste but of a glance towards your luscious cherries, I knew you would be perfect. © 2013 Tai RyensAuthor's Note
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