Silver Veil Poem by Thomas L. Flores

Silver Veil



A bed made under silver stars,
Pressed next to golden curves, I lay here in your womb
Seeking clarity of years

In my heart a golden promise shattered,
The familiar glow pursued
Strange you never knew

Under silver veil upon cold stone, I gaze eyes closed
All things we are (were) , I am not saying
Of grace I am thirsty

To be all things for you, I bleed
my last day
my last breath

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