By day, we stay
as far away
as love allows,
one from the other
Tonight,
I’ll be your mother
I’ll sooth the singe of sunlight
on your skin
A daughter to your darkness
till the end
The winter’s frozen fingers
seize my soul
The heart you’ve torn apart
has made me whole
Allure for pain is somehow
summer’s breath
Your light is night and life
has mimicked death
embalmed inside a
rigor mortis shell,
your pasty cool complexion
zombie pale
Marble eyes and countenance
of stone
weep a quartz contentment
of their own








You’re getting good at this😉
I’m so glad you think so, Peter! Thank you!
xoxo
A beautiful description of the transition to the afterlife. I’ve got chills, morbidly beautiful. I’ve enjoyed this, well done D.K xx
~P.G💋
I’m so glad you liked it, PG! Thank you!
xoxo
The last stanza, I got the chills. Nice. Xoxo
I love giving you chills!
xoxo
Sheesh! This gave me Bram’s Dracula vibes! Excellent!
I’m a huge fan of that movie, though I haven’t read the book. That’s on my bucket list.
Yes! A Beautiful film and book. “)
Beautifully done. I envy your skills, and hope to be as good as this someday.
Oh stop, Mr. Dragon! Your poetry is amazing… publication worthy. You have incredible depth and vision. I always love you insight on my stuff! Thank you!
xoxo
oh Peter… you haven’t seen anything yet… this woman is a witch…
Noooooo!!! Peter! Peter! (pumpkin eater)… I’m a GOOD witch, Peter! I’m the GOOD witch of the North or maybe it’s the South. Shit! Which fucking direction? Come back here! Come back!
Dammit, Sam! I was ‘THIS’ close, and you ruined it. I should never have taken that apple out of your mouth until I was ready to sit on your face.
The whole piece is fantastic 👏 and the last stanza is remarkable poetry! Bravo!
Wow, thank you, Daniel. I love your comments. Truly, I do. Thanks for following me!
xoxoxo
Dark. My bed sheets will be over my head tonight after reading this. Nice!
Oh, stop it, Keith. Pull your sheet down. I want to get a look at your neck and… wait, what is this? A tent pole?
a tent pole is raised at night and in the morning. Come see what lurks beneath my sheets!!
That thing operates just like clockwork
Damn girl, you’re good with metaphor. Love that last stanza, it’s killer..
Wow, thank you so much, Pandy! I’m honored. Thanks for reading!
You’re welcome. It was an enjoyable read!