Manoevil
When does ennui capitulate to the senses?
Your inky silhouette breathes in me,
A mesh of butterflies blacklisted,
Heart prepared as a cigarette,
More debris than clinical substance
I watch you roll away again and again.
The wall cradling your patient limbs
May as well be wedged between us.
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Your methodical kiss
Smells of condemnation.
A soul rendered inert
In the idolization of a single channel.
A bookend pressing your angles close,
I will never have the strength
To include you in everything that I am.
The unwashed, unsaleable suicide,
Your shrunken frame has only organs left to lose.
I fall away, flailing in hopes of generating
A farce of warmth no longer inherent within.
For
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I like this poem that generates feelings with language for the senses!
Thanks Leovi!
Stunning images conveyed through the words – well suited to the image.
When does ennui capitulate to the senses? / Your inky silhouette breathes in me, / A mesh of butterflies blacklisted, / Heart prepared as a cigarette, / More debris than clinical substance
What an opening! Totally had me caught – in the mesh 😉
Everything flows from this point on, which speaks to the strength of an opening line, and then, stanza. Brilliantly written Yves 😀
Awww thank you a million times over XD
Wow…Love the images: ” butterflies blacklisted”, “Heart prepared as a cigarette” – haunting …yet surreal ennui autopsy …cool!
Oh wow thank you for your lovely words!
Oh wow, indeed, love the deep dark feelings here, Yves. Many lines that have been commented also spoke to me but mostly
“I will never have the strength
To include you in everything that I am.” That truly resonates.
Thank you Oliana for your amazing compliment!