Laying in his arms,
The world was still.
Ages could wrap
Around
Our leathered hides.
We live for a second;
This ultimatum.
With neon superficiality
And god-less
Flesh pleasures;
Our hearts
In comatose.
Days flicker,
Filtered through
Rose-toned slides.
Light reacts with our
Silver linings,
Revealing our
Darkest
Undertones.
:), beautiful, cheri. This poem really makes me miss ya.
ReplyDeleteI love how you set the tone, the whole thing moves so slowly, like music in a dream.