Dark tears drip from every branch,
lifelines stirs from inside hollow wood.
Hot Iron cannot melt.
Rose petals curl from deaths breath,
from sins committed in raw heat.
But the centre's undisturbed,
Unpenetrated.
Ice holds fast,
unmoved,
untouchable.
Raging passions, evanescent,
cannot burn.
Blackened blood,
a rose laid on ice.
Firmness slowly decays till it becomes soft,
one touch causes an irreparable hollow in its pulpy flesh,
the light fragrance on the atmosphere matures to a deep aromatic waft,
particles of taste seem to float on the air, warmly fresh.
In the darkness redolonces heighten,
to a perfume at first completely in disguise,
all at once it attracts all perceptions and they do enlighten,
like an open wound, I break the halo and all its guise.
A sudden eruption of luscious juices, dripping sap-like, once released,
its aroma exudes, becoming ingrained into my skin,
the broken crust unbinds its essence, as wrongs unleashed,
escaping vapours, dishonest, as a twisted sin.
All senses alive but for one, hushed in secret, perfectly mute,
as a moment is stolen, with a precious bite, of a forbidden fruit.
Citrus sharpness of orange peel under fingernails,
the pungence that moves on light feet,
stinging fresh gashes cut in the skin,
as blood smudged into dirty walls,
and crushed onion rasps the tongue.
A shapeless form.
A figure constantly lurking behind you,
a flicker from the corner of the eye,
a movement gone unseen, on the edge of sight.
The billowing curtains in the wind of a silent movie,
beheld by shrouded figures in a vague light,
A distant scream muffled into a pillow,
the suffocating silences, soundless cries, gagged words,
suppressed screams.
A strangers eye peering from a familiar form,
as fear lays down to die.