Blanket of Black
Posted to Poetry
by milla h on 2002-10-23 05:14:00
Blanket of Black
swallowed the fiery timbers
we stole from her sun,
we used as bait
for the long drawn out tongue lash.
And here the night held a thousand heartbeats,
spat out in dew,
the night time juice
ready to consume our angry tinged flesh.
And it stilled for a sand moment...
Fingertip stroked, lip induced dash!
The drugged eve did drown us,
calling from the ground to bruise our pale matter.
We need to breathe consciously.
And from the pulling of the lids to shadowed cheeks,
blind to sharp shrill
of the small and curious,
the hunter and its prey.
Anyone can fall in love on a starry night.
