Jan 2016

ONE

along a dark tale1

ONE

If it were only skeletons
The breasts he could not touch
That beat within the pulse
Of his shadowing hands
Across the light her window made
How many times would he become
To avoid the feeling to touch her
And feel what he could walk with
Instead his hands remain empty
Of her possibilities and the sky

∞ ∞ ∞

So dark, only raven's can fly with lion's heart
As he wondered if his path could
Disappear into such ground clouds
That hid her and her heart behind
He cried to the crying roar out of reach
Yet, less than whispers rooted him
To remain watching shadows that
Knew her and where she'd go next
To crawl into a tree across from
All the stories they have told

∞ ∞ ∞

As if a tale could be told of
All that he thought if he could send
Every word he wanted her to know
Would her sanity hold his inquiry
Of could-be's when he never would
Would she undress in front of his
Window view of her soul
To just be this man that never came
Singing songs to his own illusions
Of lost upon her steps in chains

∞ ∞ ∞

Soul encounters are only for the readers
Because beyond possibility is might
And loss is just a chapter heading
Along the hooves on fire before lift
Where memories are made in guise
Of characters he could wear for
Her notice as the hiding place was
Again covered by the trees
That lines her horizons of waiting
Though she never knew she was

∞ ∞ ∞

From her side his thoughts would cut her
As if her eggs were released because
She desired to grow a world
With a likeness yet only teeth
Sunk into her digestion as if
His monstered soul lived there
Could his empty venom even bait
Her attention of the groves he hid
Or would she only stare at the pictures
In front of her eyes of his mystery

∞ ∞ ∞

Only characters he could be, haunted
His image of who he wished to be
And never brought to a surface
For either to enjoy freely
Because he bound any movement in
Chains of his blood and seed
Because he wished to tear from her
Once again what would've been made
If they were seed and womb instead
As she carried her empty rooms

∞ ∞ ∞

Screendoor left open in unlit night
As asylum lurked across the street
Of silos to feed along a carriage stop
Yet it was still in the middle of night
And house remained empty if guarded
To fill with laughter of little girls
To paint every wall with the bodies
Of the souls dancing with her
And she walked along that block
To where the stores watched the semi's

∞ ∞ ∞

So puppet of the nightmare slept
Beside her silken cold pillows
She held with arms and legs
While dreaming of a river moving
With a flat boat and questioning captain
As to why she was dreaming of him
To take her down stream in dawns
To talk deeper than anyone let him
Of where her hands held her seat
And her watching was on the horizon

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