Killing With A Sacred Embrace Poem by Lydia Thacker

Killing With A Sacred Embrace

Rating: 5.0


The translucent fever burns my senses
With a remembered perfume.
The salt of tears almost dances
In the ghost light from a candle
And the velvet wind caresses
With its delicious vastness.

As a porcelain angel you appear,
Contrasting my concrete peace
With your fragmented
Feline nature.

The yin and yang
Balances our strange communion.
We dance faster.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Originally written on my friend's refrigerator using the word magnets she had strewn about the kitchen floor.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Simon Collins 07 June 2012

Beautiful words Lydia, I really enjoy your writing

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