In the nights of moonless days
darkness seeping
through the cracks
spreads its fingers all along
the moving beats
of a breathing doll
slowly lifting,slightly shifting,moonbeams
tender notes
breathing a rhythm
rustling hands
and sleeping hearts
cooped up bits of unfelt textures
raw and
cold meat or flesh
in the night of moonless days
darkness seeping
through the cracks
caged in bars birds of passion
all the pain of refuge lives alone
I can see
all the fingers dancing on the softness
thorns
around my tender neck
mincing pinching nibbling death
forcing me to feel it more
in the nights
of moonless days
A contest entry
- SOULMATES what do they mean to YOU? by ennovy.
900 points, ended May 26, 28 entries
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Comments
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Pain, struggle, love, longing...I felt it all while reading your write. Thanks for entering, and good luck in our contest.
Novy & Brazos
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This gave a vivid vision of passion....thank you for entering our contest.....novy & brazos
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