Friday, December 23, 2016

Poem #55 Awake Loneliness

she closed the door
no word
through empty
fruits flowers mounted like treasures before her
and for what better things shone pleasure that
did not last
heaven pure free from half hidden dreams
stolen paradise so nicely curved empty dresses
and she slept beside it,
gather on the carpet bed empty of dreams
morphine man, candid breath
did not come noise is gone
the tune to which she slept
lucent sighs
on golden dishes
light awake
whispering in her pillow
her red marked hands
spell fantasies that she cannot awaken
played eve’s wide upon him
vision of her sleep
change her dream so pure
witless words
on hands fearing to move or speak
awake loneliness with touch
vow sad eyes
change art
immortal leave my love
beyond a mortal
eternal throbbing star
dream its odor sweet
alluring against loves dark dream
cruel curse
forsakes sick upon fevered bride
blest with cursed vessel
of dying miracle love
cannot keep it but might spare the heart
arise let us away
drowned all in fearless hopes
hurried by words
no human flickering
rose along
glide
phantoms
lay huge wakeful one
and one
key turns
gone fled dreamt of
thousand ashes
scattered and places they sent upon me

loveliness nothingness full of flowery spite

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