| Thorns, Velvet Round and around the daybreak lilies, pink tinging let us sift ivory and trample bones along the shores of planets drinking blood, toxic stellar, o captivated me roped to spat upon crosses haunted by the pleasance of death and the tunnels of ever fear dream I, and them I so offer as hate possessive to night tornado bidding flee to hidden and warm valleys sweep in all the reds, all the selfs ~~in a plain plain field time lay only for a night lighting up altars licking salt lakes beyond a hill, ashes ashes, smearing flying up from the embers always burning, as love does, never forgetting and yes love, I�m pulling up the adorned coverlet you placed upon me, singing of death and death winds and weaving laying with thorns and velvet bruises here, let me lay ....... shalome � 2004 |