January First-
Coffee WritingFor Mindy, who requested a poem a long time ago and is only getting it now due to lack of inspiration
Inspired by The Civil Wars' "The Violet Hour"
The world around me is dark
It swims about, lacing with its touches
Across earlobes and sweat
Its cloak of bone and blood sway in the trees
Neither here nor there, with the voluptuous movement
History,
Power,
Force, lock where it can
Before the fun escapes.
Its secret twists into a myopic vision, hardly concealed and actively sought
Waiting long for someone to wield its hand
Settling for the budding kill
Red points and silver swords turn dull as a heaven sent aftermath
Falling to shelter the naive men
I reach out but they falter for the likeness of others
I long for its piercing embrace to slap in tune the health restrictions
I want to hear it cry
Its strengths, insights, green are uniform and high
A circular process it wants to eclipse for more time
It stretches and threads
Whispering an internal prayer
Sighing in relief and happiness to fallen bodies
A circular process it wants to eclipse for more time
It stretches and threads
Whispering an internal prayer
Sighing in relief and happiness to fallen bodies
Don't worry, I still love you
The darkness is just a part of me.
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