Twilight Pushes Down Your Eyes Poem by Maxwell Bodenheim

Twilight Pushes Down Your Eyes



Twilight pushes down your eyes
With shimmering, pregnant fingers
That leave you covered with still-born touch.
With little whips of dead words
Silence cuts your lips to a keener red.
Your heart strikes its bed of dark mirth, in death,
And your hands lie over it, guarding the corpse.
Night will soon whisk away this room
But you are already invisible.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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Maxwell Bodenheim

Maxwell Bodenheim

Mississippi / United States
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