The dust settles in the crevices of flesh, split
pink beauty sighs, on the morning rise
and only in lengthy night can he and I admit
When we lie side by side as gossamer lovers,
you shift, in the resurrection of things,
while whispering walls have no more words
and slumbers part with the spring.
No more tenderness, God knows, here I admit,
forever yearning with reaching moist eyes,
while these infidelities, creeps, and I submit
Never shall I have you here, or you I again,
memories laid into matches three by three
and there is no splendor - resurrection
as always dust settles on bent angel wings. |
Submission Name: as resurrection parts, we do, sigh
