Your eyes open my skin
a flash of heart
a dash of soul
while my own close
only to feel
the blooming below
gradual build up then pull
lukewarm pain in the hips
sullied lips
opening
the swallow
waiting to peck out the pecker
exit thought enter feelings
moonlight dance in the evening
macabre eyes on the head
falling over falling under
nothing at rest
anymore
no more alone
like a shadow
with a friend
“Peck out the pecker,” is a bit of an immature line, aside from that minor complaint, the poem was excellent and had great flow.
You are right about that line being a bit immature, gonna revise. Thank you for the high praise Pavlovian.
Some very memorable phrases here. I like it. Keep it up–not the pecker I mean. Shadow with a friend is a phrase that makes me want to go write something. It’s good.
You’re welcome, JoeKoba.
Thanks Irrellus