CHURN

the black flames
waving in the soul
sewn in ecliptic gather

her hand draws down
and feels the thread
of his heart
where no lies can tell

and she tests the
ribs where no fat
waits with her nails

and he shivers
with the frost
of the closing

the frost of the fasting

— Esker, Jun 06, 2010

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Critiques

Esker

16 years ago

P

storm is closing dead reckoning soon like still water in a mist with no reflection you understand that I write here this beauty that unveils with each penstroke like ginger to the ale

pleiades

16 years ago

over terra firma and

over terra firma and ocean your words reach me i carry them in my heart like holy water... too precious to spill how could i not feel for you? our conversations sometimes carry more intimacy than the entangled limbs of lovers we make the journey of unknown friendship... sometimes we need no words p.

Esker

16 years ago

I push myself on

the arm blazes the back is a fire and this cool summer this breezy dry summer where will I find Love or Love find me does it exist or is it convienience we die for I would die one day for love its been that long the sickness of the thickness I can see her but I wonder if we can reach what was there My heart is sick flailing at the cage such is my tragic belief

Esker

15 years 12 months ago

when Im not me

then there are times when Im not so nice the darknes reigns the cursive drawl the voice drops and the snarling laughter curls my lips