rib cages torn while
ribbons fly through
inky, starry, dusty night
*
I am beneath the moon and bathed in white.
Jasmine flowers breathe softly into my tresses.
But the world is not so kind to dark-skinned lovers,
half-drowned friends, and nighttime caresses.
*
the earth shattered while we slumbered and
garish fire is all that remains; yellow and gray
ashes from roses long lost
already,
the day is too hot for your fiery thoughts
*
mortality beckons while
morality flies through
moon-drenched minutes and
skin, all too browned and bared
before the saltless waves;
a jaded embrace
with a smirking smile, a knowing
sigh, and the demeanor of
demise:
decadence is too sweet,
like the angry, rusty scent
of silent sin
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Need to add a better title..
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i think if you change the title it should mention skin... because i strongly felt the skin throughout- caresses, brown and bared, etc.
anyways, i loved this
it is so beautiful
-cassidy
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