Blush

A. Clyne

A sickness I endure.

Willingly infected.

Hearts armored all fall.

Scattered crescendos.

Serene and tender nights.

Choruses bludgeon.

Naked over pulpous earth.

Extinguishing flesh.

Bosoms offered in sequence.

Beating loins.

Sleep; so fickle

In and out

A fading church bell

Moving slowly.

Double Helix altered.

Cold caress.

A gypsy weeps in tune.

Crashing spheres

The prize is won.

Burnt and raw.

An effigy is born.

Blue and Green

Visits to sepulchers

Emotional demolition

Sprawled in satin

She left an open wound