I gathered along your lacy,
its longing gone moist, adorable, lovely
like old memories entwined
never unfolding, furling and braiding like winds
through your broken heart’s span
you sought me like earth does roots
but death of love’s a mere reminiscence’s sheathe
a blade of tears like shards of the moon
rushing across ponds in wind Lazarus-like a lover draws shining
to cut the heart of a new one out and take it whole in rhythm alive
there is a masquerade ball all mourning attends
and yours wears golden aching arms, boasts nipples warlike,
their purples held close to my lips and hips that swayed to tip my tongue
to just the perfection of angles
how we beamed like motion of shadows on snow
the way dew drops through flowers are mistaken as light
I succumbed to your breasts and the urgent, glossy mouth
and the heartbeat of the press of your naked feet
sighing
into my back
my dying, like stars
so cry no more, my Lazarus lover
it is for you that my next new lover who threw me out so pines
thinking makin' it's me and begs my return
just as you have done
thinking it's her
Comments
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Shadows on snow is such a profound image here, Danny. The entire piece is a brilliant stage for your brilliant pen. 
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This is truly beautiful, intense, and harsh all at once. The imagery of love and longing you weave here is tremendous, and certainly pains a glorious image all its own. Only to follow in the footsteps of what was torn asunder, and how it is that that love can twist - through the merciless strands of fate. Well spoken write to go along with the prompt here. Thank you for your entry!
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