WORSHIP OF ROMANCE VAPOR

Flow of life-water steams from snow

detached from ice summoned to wake

White lilies form crows of pillows on gallows

rope raked across cherry skin scrapes

 

 

Flow of life-water steams from snow

burrowing past life untied

A crowning of bitter glass, he could forego

pinning to hide what brews inside

 

The sight of you looms no cure

detached from ice summoned to wake

Your synthetic glow decays to obscure

once spring now a frosty mist opaque

 

With an empty quiver and a faint crossbow

Neck cracked with no bouquets aside

White lilies form crows of pillows on gallows

least they have sanity to make blood their bride

 

Respiring alas, putrid worship of romance vapor

a gala of blind eyes chewed like grapes

Words slashed into flesh meant for paper

Rope raked across cherry skin scrapes

 

Pinning to hide what brews inside

your synthetic glow decays to obscure

Neck cracked with no bouquets aside

Respiring alas, putrid worship of romance vapor

Respiring alas the romance vapor

 

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