At the edge, a precipice,
where red eyes flow together
they met and lived eternity
beyond time’s dissever.
Her heart fit to break,
as his body broken down,
a fit of arsenic passion’d kiss
and as his body drifts away like ashes on the wind,
her disembodied voice floated back to him,
in the under, a space between; “One day,
in the dead of night, when the moon’s hue
is a deeper blue, I’ll come for you. Where the world
sleeps and dreams a dream of you and I awake,
a paradise between our arms and the warmth below the stake.”
YOU ARE READING
Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
