Does this frost extend between my legs,
or am I undisturbed by human flesh?
I am supposed to lust for the good of humanity
but I am too cold. Heart and brain. Frozen.
God of Bones
The god of my bones wants my soul But he can only possess my bones, He pulled me into his marrow I consumed his cells, I became Him and he was me, Now my body is dead in his memory, I gave him my heart - he owns my corpse. He dreams of me in his nightmares I possess him as he sleeps, His bitter-sweet infatuation. As I plead for him to let me go He sacrificed me to the god of his bones. Now I bathe in the chaos we made - I'm a mile away and I can feel his pain, We share our grief through the wet wind And the lashing waves. He pulls on me With our psychic link - my gut wrenches. He drinks and I write, our thoughts coexist Since we sacrificed
i really like your work! and i'm intrigued by the caption that accompanies this particular piece. One of my favorite things to do is discover peoples' inner beauty. And, at the risk of sounding boastful, i do have a certain knack for dissolving the walls around people's hearts. Indeed, your poetry has intrigued me, and i can sense the beauty in you just by reading your words. i'd love to know more about it. ;D
hahaha.. well, sorry if i out you on the spot and made you feel all giddy, haha.. Hm wow where to start? Really i love to know anything about you. People interest me, especially artists. And even more so, lovely ones like yourself. ;D But the best things are the things we keep deep down and tell to very few people. That is the real heartfelt stuff. But, we don't have to start with that.