Friday, July 27, 2007


You, I know you. Come
to seek solace and redemption
in my silver sheen?

is it you want now? A kiss,
a touch like that of a long absent lover?
An edge drawn
through your past your memories of lips
pressed to yours, of silence in northern pines
of whispered slanders, cuts delivered by tongue?

What is it
you want of me? A slow carved
smile, as cure for your malaise,
under your chin?
A clutched embrace, my glistening
self driven like a nail
as you hold me in your heart
like an old love, my edge
shining in the hot
red dark of your pulse

Talk to me no more
of anything less,
you vacillator, you coward.
No more
of your teasing games, your gentle
wounds and puckered flesh as wards
against your insufferable tears

Do you want me? A last
and permanent kiss?
The fold me. Sheath me.
I don’t want to talk to you anymore.


Blogger Grendel said...

There, finally something new, if not exactly cheery. :)

10:45 AM  
Blogger RedEssie said...

Amazing and powerful words there! I am speechless. As always I am honored by your presence.

11:08 AM  
Blogger Grendel said...

Lol. Thank you. :)

11:45 AM  

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