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magically bent


Fades of day break
in tired cracks of storm.
The sky is weak
and drained of form.
Shifting. spinning,
one last sputter-shine
to grasp control
with a thirsty breath dying,
Seizing on ribbon's end
of the world going mauve.
Penetrating darkness
comes slow and soft...

Facing to the east
on fragility's back,
I circle-spin weary
as tautness grows slack.
A soft chant of wanting,
the night still begins...

Upon the hazy horizon,
I shift countless times..
wandering the faceless
in swollen grapevine..
Breathing toe-trudges
into the stark sand,
I beat back admission,
I solid-rock stand.
Sucking gulps of cold fist
from the mottled pit of me.

I need.. inhale.. I feed.

Feed on the night-scent
that has become this place,
Of ramshackle demise
still in magical state.
Inhaling chaos swiftly,
I whisper low for Her..
Beckoning strength
from a still night stir...

And She comes!

I sink down to knees,
feel presence immense.
I feel tree songs in flight,
feel magically bent.
Shaped with hands of ivory mist,
I lean forward promptly
to be graced with her kiss.


darksighs
Written by darksighs
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2015
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