I watch you drag swans through a jagged fire,
smoky wraiths of fully-fledged nimbus
slithering past your irreverent lips.
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Beauty genuflects when faced with desire.
A loculus sheltering idols, all false,
all equally impervious to my humiliation.
Prayers only hinder when applied without effort.
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You arrange your genitals, the top drawer,
the books by the night stand, my heart so it suits you.
I fit you like a knife, like the pleats of a sacrosanct expression.
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Good, is what kills you.
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Once again (I know I sound like a broken record), your opening lines are the BEST.
“I watch you drag swans through a jagged fire” … I just love that!
The last four lines are crazy good.
Awww thank you Shawna that means a lot!
“I fit you like a knife” what a line! Bravo!
Thank you Bekkie!
Very powerful, the ending is very strong and with explosive emotion.
Thank you!
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you’ve weaved wonders with these words – definitely imparting a sense of “sanctity” …. perhaps this is an odd thing to say? *shrugging* … but there is an “unholy holiness” to this piece – simply brilliant Yves 🙂
I was going for that precisely so thanks!
Last four lines rock!
Thanks Sara =)