Your open lips I have
encountered of a night
when, dulled and nulled
by phosphorous light,
we may have danced.
I cannot be sure
for eyes were blinded,
memory poor.
I entered this dream
like a room without door,
the ceiling all stars
and a blackened wood floor.
A small gentle mouse
with some grays in his coat
breathed his last gentle breath
and opened his throat.
And I knew then that life
would be always like this:
that the ones you had loved
would be the ones you would miss.
So i steeled myself
to the darkened abyss
and settled my soul
in your warm, twisted kiss.
i dig it. i especially dig the last 4 lines.
like the thoughts in this, and love the title.
Thanks Rae.
I’ve been struggling for a while.
Thank you too siubhan.
You blow me away.
I have never encountered so much talent in someone your age.
I mean I’m blown away.
And that doesn’t happen often.
kim
Ps. You were right. I love Fionn Regan. Take care B.
nice prose.