Mosaics in shades
of tangerine and pennies
decorate the walls of my life
and I remember the obscene
perfume of the sea.
I find myself engraved by my past,
shards of stained glass
caught between my fingers,
coarse eroticism making me flinch,
slicing flesh -
poisoned solidarity
melts my purity into liquid stars
but all the while,
I am tasting grapefruit in my throat and
I am drowning my tongue in nitrogen.
I know these words,
memories trapped in the margins
of this world,
each one
building a sepia toned photograph
in my mind
and I wish for a broken angel
with wings that smell of camphor and
lush earth
to surround me
in the darkness, saving the soul
that I used to be.
I miss this emotion.
Love.
I remember.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- All Things and Everything by Darkmoon.
665 points, ended November 14, 40 entries
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Comments
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I like this. Good job. I like your word choices. It flows nicely, and the imagery is really well done.
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This was a really good poem. Thanks for the entry and good luck.
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words and format worked well together.
thanks for entering.
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