love of my entrails, an alive death,
in vain I wait for your written word,
thoughts as a flower withering,
a life in moans, but don't want to lose you.
the air is immortal. inert stone,
don't even know either avoid or shade,
interiors of heart don't heed,
as frozen honey, the moon spills.
suffering rescue in veins,triggering pigeons
on soul's skies in duel of embittered torments.
Author notes
Prompt: Option 3..Phrase: Anything to do with love that had dark undertones.But it has to be love,NOT heartbreak.
A contest entry
- Quickie-10 lines-10 entries-48 hours by Lady Nightshade.
600 points, ended January 29, 2008, 7 entries
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