late night boredom lnb

Rites Of Procession - Poem by late night boredom lnb

Whimpy short breaths
wishes of friction
warming and pale,
parade down your chest.

The monks of our moaning,
quiet in worship,
in reverent robes
search for the sacred.

Onto your belly
they join in a circle
and mark holy runes
that burn in the night.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Rites Of Procession by late night boredom lnb

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

[Report Error]