Somnambulist

after the sky drops. The walking corpses come out the veil of night masks the decay the rot of humanity Plague of the earth. Found from the ashes My phoenix we bled Has she ever thought love between us, inside her, filled up an empty bed. No longer bereft, somnolence and love drowns my head. Convalescent Bemire emotion I wash and rinse what is left, asking what we are if no longer dead? Gold from lead. The lifting sky Our connubial affair. The truths, I face, we share, She Said. "when will it die?" closing empty space A diffident devotion Within her embrace a softly recited poem unread berceuse tantric lullaby healing the blighted fading destiny to refuse to claim or to lose. An onus I malinger.. to choose. Execration of an inner fatalist hopeless abuse. Quantum entanglement schismatic resentment prepossessed inspiring muse of the alchemists A bibulous creation intimate turpitude. sovereignty asunder this hell her orbit with abaddon. Dissolution her need to dispel incertitude. Inordinate. Gravity well collapsing in on itself eternal infinite end PLEASE COMMENT!! CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK, (pos. or neg.) CRITIQUES, OR ANY SUGGESTIONS I also enjoy simple lists of words, descriptors of an abstract reaction describe the feelings or ideas my poem invoked or left in feeling or thought. Even on word. is better than none. Thank you