Cosmic dust- an ekphrasis

Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.

Ode to the moon

The raven spread its wings,Across Stygian of the night,The cerulean frothed elixirs black,The wind was but a wight. Hands intermingled,Eyes met in swoon,And that cloudy new moon night,I swear I saw the moon. ~ Tonight I lie beneath the vaults,Silver runs into the ink,The wind ever so caresses me,But I cannot sleep a wink. Hands…

From a mannequin

My hands: put them back,Where they always used to be,Bend me in my waist, rest myEyes over at thee. Wrap me in your merchandise,Put me by the door,Staring at the desolate,I beseech, entreat, implore. Lift chin with your hands bare,Keep my poise at rest,Move my body, tear me down,And leave me to protest. Detach me…

Masquerades

~1.1~ Welcoming are the faces, Painted black and white, Eyes full of sorrow, Lips spread in delight. ~1.2~ Empty eye sockets, China-white skin, A deep full smile, Concealing chagrin. ~1.3~ “Peel off the layers,” I was there to ask, Just a frame work of bones: Her face without a mask. ~1.4~ Wide awake in awe,…

The impetuous heart

The impulsive heart that beats within me wants to jump and leap at everything I see. Like sugar coated words that want to seep in my heart deceptive ,but tantalizing like true pieces of art. And here’s my heart that wants more of this taste but ribs are cages that obstruct this haste. Things can…