~ Murmur II ~ In painful, mysted vagary She danced in - TopicsExpress



          

~ Murmur II ~ In painful, mysted vagary She danced in fragrant, monsoon tide; The halls of Night erupting gainst her deadend, soilent hide, Upon her flesh were wed The scars of endless deep-sea hives; Delicious curves and rotting nerves That only dead-men could revive, And even they, in their depart Were sewn unto her becke; neath her fetid, heaving bosom Where olde Feather-Blight would pecke- pon her shoulder, endless- trails of callous lime and leech, Drippd from her oild and supple breast That the roaring tide beseechd, An altar of intensity, adrift On endless, heaving tides, Dashed in tongues of obsidian brine- And swollen, great divides, Unto her the supple songs lament In waves of turquoise myst; The yawning maw of Night consuming, To her naked charms, a tryst. ~ Caleb Svikart©2014 ~
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 03:37:06 +0000

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