Cold Dandelions Crept Across My Heart

Cold Dandelions Crept Across My Heart Cold dandelions crept across my heart deep rooted daggers plunging to my depth tentacles of love’s now lingering lie fester within the remnants of the feast. Death, absolve me, release this victim spent remove this numbing cold from frozen heart cloak me in the dark rapture of your love grant me the succor of your emptiness. Sweet ebony seep through my every thought slow soak away the trace of hopeful pain ease now my broken spirit into peace quiet the murmurs of the dying beast. Love’s brutish death has called my time too soon thus I await the freedom of your touch take me lest my awak’nings torture fate lay me beneath the stone of love’s cold heart. ©6/2/2017 submitted to - A STUNNER 2017 - Poetry contest sponsor - Line Gauthier