hidden in quiet berths of lines

hidden in quiet berths of lines

on monogramed stationary

longhand slopes of adoration

accomplished and cherished

well versed-

all inflamed too soon

and she hid until ripen

fingers petal-forms, whisperings

(casting passes. privileges stricken

        each grain scratches and scars

        until praised death.)

as rereads burns raw lips

-in small volumes-

strangled ribbon-drafted

of sparkled adornments

(glossy gaps blur his obsession.)

reflection- unlocking

gripping instincts

murmur wonderings...

(inciting a thirst

  spoils golden pleas

  and bludgeonly stamps her

  past.)

as tirelessly traveling

through old prints,

un-belonging to these

scattered silhouettes

how missed?

unseen before

his massive lurking form.

© 16 days ago, Meg   pain • loss • death • adult