Midnight Hour

Midnight Hour

A Poem by Lendura

This is my day

I have reached the end

Of this field of flowers

that I have weaved into my own crown

I rule

I rule over no one

but my words are law

chiseled in the limestone

that I lied

when I said I unearth it myself

The dirt lies on someone else's hands

 

But I have this crown

I can do what I please

This is my hour

and that is my hand signing away your time

I dance to the beat of ticking clocks

Watch me

I want your eyes on me

As I dance in my midnight hour wear

Trace the lines of my breast

down to my hips

If I go away,

will you remember me forever sketched in brain waves?

or will you come

and I'll lead our way to temptation

As we dance our way through the midnight hour

© 2008 Lendura


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Lendura
Lendura

New Orleans, LA



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