I peer over the bridge
A reflection of a being paces over the lake
Their entire being is wrapped in hands and lips
That look like mine
My clothes evaporate into the air
Where the crows disperse knowingly
Where I stole a pair of wings
To place over the bones that hold this desiring cancer
One leap
One fall
One arm out
One crack...
"Rosey tulips of a late date's drink
Oozed from the paper that held my structure
A mistake, a stupid mistake
Taken from my Eiffel desires"
Or that's what I'll speak of
... Not of the angel that iced the lake
And told me to believe
YOU ARE READING
Roses In Death
PoetryPoems strung together by notes, telling the story of a love that arrived and passed.
