CIRCLE OF STATUES
Posted on February 15, 2021
by Jungle
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Fashioning my last fang
into a skeleton key
to split this frozen sea;
your depths of endless degrees.
Distant dreamer,
melting in a fever.
I can still see her
in my golden mirror.
Study your subtle
idiosyncrasies,
Pocket your secrets
like a thief,
and pen this page with
fingers that bleed.
Distant dreamer,
melting in a fever.
I can still see her
in my golden mirror.
Circle of statues.
This story is our
secret rendezvous.
I see now that I
was wrong to leave you.
The words from my pen:
a writhing tattoo.
Carve that lesson deep
and we start anew.
Chip away the scabs
that we have accrued.
I won't leave my bed
for something less than
fairy tale romance.
Call this abstract art?
I will rip you apart.
No charts, no stars, but
I will find your heart;
manual restart.
Distant dreamer,
melting in a fever.
I can still see her
in my golden mirror.
I am the storm that
swallows midnight suns.
Boiling black clouds:
my deluge begun.
Sweeping swirling cyclone
Cast aside the known
for dulcet sounds of silence,
for tender technicolor tones.
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