Sunday, 4 October 2009

catching the light

these hands remember the ghost of you
impressed upon my memory like a rainbow
melting colours down the sky
turning my bones into technicolour pools.
i dip my brush and paint
the way i imagine you to look
in my mind's eye. seraphic. phallic.
burning in fires or pyres of lust and love.
shackled by time still moving closer. appearing
seeping like glass beads through pores.
precious jewels worn around my neck. no albatross,
only this weight of feathers lifting
me as the floorboards kiss my feet goodbye


Red Bird said...

Oh, the ending, the ending... amazing!
Just beautiful!

Timo said...
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