Angelica Bustle

Lapse At Dawn

Enrapture my doomed core,
a rapture for carcasses,
don't take back what is raw,
just kiss it and say Good night,
sweet thing, good night,
soiled sheets,
oh...
And the foil is of the world,
dance of mourning courses,
morning, sliding inside,
prying coffee in perfume
- Why don't you take them all
and die?
Unearth the covers, covers lie,
now I lay undying
- What is pure and what is rotten?
I seem to have forgotten.
Just kiss the apple, swallow more
of corpses that cry crumbling 
- Or have you neglected all?
No, God, no...

Topic(s) of this poem: dawn , death, kiss, lie, morning, mourning, night, sex

Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2020

Form: Free Verse


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Comments about Lapse At Dawn by Angelica Bustle

  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (11/22/2020 5:13:00 AM)

    Just kiss the apple, swallow more
    of corpses that cry crumbling
    - Or have you neglected all?
    No, God, no... interesting expression thru pathetic feelings

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