Kelly
@kellyleeg73
Insta @tangledgracepoetry
It's the way your eyes speak the language of my grave—dark, rich earth beneath the blushing clover blossoms, in slow, gaping tongues that turn roots into poems and flowers into prose…
Your breath -naked, on my skin like gravedirt and cemetery flowers…
You are the poems to which the cemetery flowers speak -the allure of its language, the fragrance of your beauty, and the posture of your shadow, of what grave sadness has besieged such soul to make a poem so beautiful…
my baby loves me like the forest loves a buried body, hungry and assiduous, delicate
The way your eyes -dark and seductive, like night by a calm lake You fade into me like soft thorns dancing beneath my skin, your mouth is a poem I wait to read aloud to taste the literature of your soul...
poems -like chalk lines, around her body, my grey, accentuated in her curves…
embracing your body with every poem written - starting with your toes, like July flowers reaching out to taste the name of your mouth, these words will succeed...
Her skin - the soft silence, violent like a pale root in my hands…
she was covered in gravedirt and wildflowers -how could I not bring bring the moon to its knees and slice its throat for her…
Meet me in the cemetery-and, let's watch the world burn till the sun crawls across our corpses, dew rivulets like voices of poetry run from my fingers along your curves like children in a garden of stone...
The beauty of you -obscene, like blooms in a poem by Baudelaire, how wretched the wickedness that has yet to gourd my mind by your thorns…
You taste like lightning and incense…sandalwood, smooth like vinyl melting under my tongue
How lovely the flesh a breath of that cemetery and beauty - beauty is grotesque standing next your form…
the stain of cracked concrete beneath my boots-behind me, wildflowers riot, crushed petals, mutiny
Her smile -like, henbane to the soul, hallucinating silence in the voice of a dogwood bloom, the garden is dark and quiet waiting for her feet to dance with Venus in the rain…
Bring me the fire that burns -like a raging sea, in your soul, still, like a faun in the innocence of the slaughter…