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