Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Blame It On The Rains...

Intoxication

Your eyes are seeded crystals 
Of frozen tears
Years laid in honeyed ice
No one looking can break the  guise
Intoxication
Pierced my core
Split me with a pair of daunting eyes

Your twin hands delicate claws in fluted repose
That's held and discarded long suffering fluttering game
Easily crossed
Long slender fingers tapering off the tale in disdain
Discarding bleeding bundled bird of pain
Casting aside of an emptied emoted shell
Ritual rites of horrors in mystic dwell
In moonlit magical Mordoch orbs

Two eyes  where tears could never well
Revelations never weaken the tale
The withholding breeds majestic strains...
of shrouded tease and torture in misty veils

Magnetized by the choppy sea
of moving waves
Eyes like dark hypnotic caves 
My tears swimming steady in your molten gaze.

Trace the track of your  gamine bones
Slivers of golden undertones
Highlight the bronzed brown
Of mannequin
You're unreal understated dream

Dreaming of you as rain rolls off my eaves
My windows stained by passions tasselled grief
I'm praying to molten silver skies
that carries leaden colors of your hidden eyes
Contain the  pain and swirl back the doubtwaters
This is Adam whose  ribs wifed a daughter

Born and reborn in his embrace
Could I have been without his gaze
A soul enduring an existence?

Those  eyes have pinned me to my place
Fixed me in unending indolence
With a casual causal stormyness
Stone chips of chiseled sweet solace.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014

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