Krissy Disillusion

A Killing Glare - Poem by Krissy Disillusion

Keys unlock secrets
shredded on parched lips.
The day like spring in December
watching dead leaves swirl and crash
to the weakened ground.
You stand in commanding wonder;
my watcher, flame stoker.
Dry leaves burn black.

The wind's icy tongue
glides down my bare spine
tasting stained hurt;
canal veins, skin like coarse paper
folding into the strength,
metal hammer mind flow.
Our words tossed like fireflies in musky heat,
like the begging, like the chanting,
like the door still slightly ajar.
Give me the voice to find this maddening laugh.
Let me pull it from under your protective thigh.
Help me unlace the havoc
knotted betwixt your palms.

Black dress anathema.
We are sightless.
We are weak.
We flail in untouched air,
gulping screams,
chiming insane verses.
You hold me and the chaotic noise is muted.
You hold me
and the din is silenced.

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Comments about A Killing Glare by Krissy Disillusion

  • (12/27/2009 5:08:00 AM)

    I like some of the lines in this 'give me the voice......our words tossed like fireflies....chiming insane verses.....and the closing two hold me and the din is silenced. Very romantic......You have a good descriptive voice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2009

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