Ecstasy and Pain
Wilted in crushed embrace; to tired to scream.
Candle tongue scorches pliant skin.
Chromatic vision, through incense mist
catches blurring reality.
Caged in breathless anticipation
of known agenda; resignation sighs.
Twisted bracelets wrap twisted thoughts
in fabulists truths and hesitation snaps
in pain fueled ecstasy.
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2006
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