Took a face from the ancient gallery

by onthebus2002

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-12-14 02:18:00

Taken within
the sinners song scrambling
to the end….
my beautiful friend.
Desperately engaging
in purposeful folly
and still taken blindly
by your truth,
so tell me another.
With calculated misconception
eeeeeease yourself within me
I stand,
Flesh rooted to soil here
there
everywhere
taste blood juice
read inscribed cells
fluent in the language of soul.
This is the end
my beautiful friend.
The end of another
within you and still
flesh bitten
serpent creeps
creamy flicker
and ink snaked prophecys
slip into final words.

Haze