Unbecoming
long scarf of a night
clasping the bracelet of a moon,
what emptiness is this when i have you not near?
the distance of a thousand galaxies collecting stars
unbinds me,
when once i could tumble upon your
nape so bronze
as if there to fly
swept by every lingering breath
borrowing some endless moaning of time:
a stewing chorus of sacred yet raw vignettes
coming together then parting...
farewell, a few more steps closer
and i shall disown my soul and bones under
the cloud's dark awning
to silently memorize your fading eyes
entombed in the burial of an unbecoming night.
.............
Contest Form-E of Broken Wings
Originally written: 1/23/2014
Reposted: 1/24/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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