Aaron Christiansen Poems

The sound of a voice, liquid flowing down wire
stir feelings hermetically sealed in a jar
sweet taste of temptation, painted on velvet
in mute colours stolen from Rembrandt's heart
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One tear burns the eye like acid
when you have one foot in the grave
and smoke is rising from a pyre
of what was once a house and home
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Softly the night holds us in a velvet grip
showers us in hours of neon and bliss
swimming in deep, walking on high
cloaked in anonymity, we slide right by
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