- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Tin Man
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all I knew, sleep slouching on
eyelids. music moves sinuously
through ears, creeping down
canals singing in Italian
there is no light in the world,
there is no white moon to throw
her pale beauty down on me through
night’s veil. hiding in shadow, my
heart in anticipation to feel her gaze
recognize the light breathing life
into the extinguished ashen insides.
all I knew, shrouded in twilight
flash flood memories, caught in
the burning waters, buried in mud.
fiery oil shinning through dull
browns, the murky drift of
detachment, keeping the light and
the darkness far from this place.
as her light does not shine. the
fugitive. running, from pain and
wishing for its return, only for
assurance, still alive and breathing.
all I knew, wide asleep, grasping
thought with rusty gauntlets,
screeching metal in the downfall
of Ulmo and hope of faith to
draw near. never illuminated.
no darkness in rain, yet
darkness, the representative to
rust me solid. averts me from
hewing trees, hunting for
retribution, hoping for the light
of the moon. a gaze from within.
