Romance In the Time of Crawling
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"Romance in the Time of Crawling"
We wait in hibernation
for the great release
into a 2nd coming maybe
a 3rd, a 4th, a 5th
it’s a joyful death
the pain on entry
where oceans break
the certainty of all
that is shore
the harbour opens
we sail forward
through bloody waters
into a new territory
the washing machine
cycle, load and dry
the vacuuming of floor
grounded, we are
lustily put to bed
lusciously all wrapt up
in those hot little deaths
stimulus to create
something better
of ourselves
borne again
it’s like looking
into the eyes
of a mirror
for a little while
the distant sound
of seagulls waiting
for their feed
crying loudly
to be fed
milk and honey
in the let down
drawn back in through
tiny sharp succubous lips
adored little vampires
that suck the life out of you
like air to breathe
you hold in your arms,
you hold your breath
for a little sleep,
you no longer sleep
you’d do it
all over again
romance in the time
of crawling
like an infant
crossing the line
learning to let go
the lessons
in the value of repeat
no open casket viewing
high 5 requiem me
Lavendar street
swimming again
diving into the deep end
with bathers at Balmoral
ashes like snow
falling into the ocean
moving against your skin
to live the dream again
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2023
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