A Mad Desk

Edwin

• 12:14:40 am on March 26, 2008 | # | 0
  Tags: arm, bleed, crimson, dama de noche, diffuse, edwin, eyes, joy, longing, love, moonlight, mythopoem, petals, pigments, poetry, queen of the night, roots, skin, sorrow, tears, vines, wounded

  

  The floor was a pool of tears.

  The crimson liquid

  of sticky water from my eyes

  seeped into the deepest

  pigments of my

  skin

  Then,

  roots sprouted

  from my soles,

  my arms crawled

  as vines.

   

  Now,

  every night you leave

  I collide with the wind,

  and bleed.

   

  My sweetest

  scent yields

  from my

  wounded petals.

   

  The moon

  watches over me

  as I

  diffuse my fragrance

  to the air.

   

  Come back

  with the moonlight tonight

  and feel

  the joy of my sorrow.