MacabreGoblin

slender, tarnished silver band rests in palm of withered hand ancient promise, absent stare detritus falls like snow on hair wedding present grand oak bed ghosts of words the mirror said rain-rot splintered windowsills caustic crumbs of guilty pills alabaster-shattered trust footprints in the carpet dust canopy of velvet shame creaking-staircase-whispered name the progeny of lies and tears divests her of her souvenirs and grateful for the life she gave the heirloom never meets the grave

Twinkle in my eyes as they glide your face so sweet, lips to meet shiver at the warm breath, sunsets and tourniquets. Eyes drop from your lips the angle of your hips the way you stand and where your hands fall Arms entwined, trellis and vine retro fiction flesh addiction slide, glide and glisten. Hot breath penetrates your ear and you will hear it if you listen. I whisper, "I love you" and I mean it with the soles of my feet, ankle and calf meet, weak at the knees oh the love, with my knees and all of the above and when the time comes it'll mean something. Embrace, sky holds the upturned face caress it with soft slips of r

Hollow taps of raindrops against old panes of glass plummet through the atmosphere to saturate the grass. The scent spills like determined fog through every chip and crack, carrying with it the surge of inspiration that I lack: the smell of rain, the deepened greens, the mist that lingers in the air, create the sweet, familiar scenes; imbue me with the poet's flair! So conjure up some candlelight to cut the gloomy haze, and with a quill in hand, tonight I'll scribble to amaze.