Deep in the gloom
of exhausted sighs
The candlelit room
limitless but you
my focus
On a lavender bed
enswathed in webs
and dust
Seated on the edge
you breathe
and wait
You smile
your teeth the tip
the very threshold
I imagine your skull
your bones
choking beneath your ivory skin
webs and dust
and the scent of death
sweet
powdery
death.
poem
Within
In your blood there must be fire
Let me burn upon my tongue
In your eyes is love’s reflection
Might my smile there ever young
On your breath the twist of sour
Distasteful words are mine to learn
In your hand is grasp’d my spirit
Now I writhe, within I turn
Make me hear your growled confession
How I wish for quiet here
Make me see your hallowed scarring
Stinging in my eyes your tears
Hold me in your deathly chalice
Here I drink your stormy wars
Make me dance your holy heartbeat
Eternally my pulse with yours
LGHill


