Midnight Garden

I would break forth in unrequited song
For a moment a'neath the words of your verse;
To walk among sweet rhapsody flowers and mercury stars-
Lay 'midst the twilight melancholy melodies
And practice a soft-light-suicide for
Nothing but a martyred word.
To have the cool sacrifice of your tongue
Slake my throat in red sparrows;
Be absolved of my years amongst the bitter kiss
of your tears; the reprimand of seasons
That swirl in Autumnal autographs through your eyes.
Through sugar-sweet sorrow,
And breathtaking euthanasia of
This twisted beating heart,
I am yours;
and even
death
can't
touch me
now.

• On Saturday, June 28, 2008, snakeskingrin (77) wrote:
  
  Wow, unbelievable word usage and combinations...:) I LOVED "soft-light suicide" and "slake my throat in red sparrows" truly a piece of art. well done! :)Snake
  
  
• On Sunday, December 30, 2007, Narcissa (750) wrote:
  
  Wonderful piece....
  
  
• On Sunday, December 30, 2007, raskal (213) wrote:
  
  'To have the cool sacrifice of your tongue slake my throat in red sparrows' -sublime. A fantastically, taut and well exercised write. Some serious poetics -love the language here. two thumbs up.
  
  
• On Saturday, December 29, 2007, italianbella (233) wrote:
  
  I was plled into the beauty of this "sighs" leaves me breathless great write
  
  
• On Saturday, December 29, 2007, snowdrop (2145) wrote:
  
  Gorgeous. I am in rapture with your words. This is ever-engaging with such a lulling quality. I could fall asleep in the womb of your evocative tongue.
  
  
• On Saturday, December 29, 2007, snowdrop (2145) wrote:
  
  *heartclick*