Champagne Tears Sardonic marrow devours anguish, destitute emotions have no ambition, a vintage Huitième, Moët et Chandon champagne bottle filled to the brim with a fortnights worth of tears: desperation brought me to one thought - death! A genuine soul I could not find in these masques. Frightened of the fate Clotho bestowed an existence spun of isolation and despair - I extend my arms to an ethereal presence: a zephyrs whirl and brush was all I felt. The passage of day, brought the new light of time sealed inside the bottle. My Pandora sailed the oceans in my hollow vessel. At low tide, you find me listless - with a faint pulse, cold pruned fingers clutching my tears, a puzzle in my memory: How did I know you? Immense comfort in your gaze, adoration in your caress: Clotho deceived me. I found my shattered essence nourished in your care. On your island of bright, multicoloured hibiscus we partake in a crimson marriage ceremony. With a sharpened blade you slice my hand as I yours. Sicilian kisses and faded sunsets we unite. With the second fate, Lachesis grace, we shall receive a slight movement. Outstretched, our feathers took flight through the cotton-sheen stratus, our discarded shells lost to the sea. As for the last inevitable fate, Atropos, our woven thread will be severed in turn When the last grain of sand falls. RMMW © Winter 2005
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 16:33:45 +0000
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