04-03-2016, 01:46 PM
Madre Muerte
Delicate night fruit
her feet, light-sensitive.
She rejects worshippers.
She is mother, must eat,
ignores embroidery from
cathedrals abandoned
to despair. Stumbling
with her skirts up
down Calle Dolores,
her skull necklace muttering
through dark rank alleys,
incense smouldering
in chalices, shadowed,
she defines pain and light.
Snuffing black candles,
shaking bone posada,
the scowling goddess
surfaces into full sun
to dance your death
tongue-kissed,
homing in.
But you said 'betwixt' and I love you for that.
Delicate night fruit
her feet, light-sensitive.
She rejects worshippers.
She is mother, must eat,
ignores embroidery from
cathedrals abandoned
to despair. Stumbling
with her skirts up
down Calle Dolores,
her skull necklace muttering
through dark rank alleys,
incense smouldering
in chalices, shadowed,
she defines pain and light.
Snuffing black candles,
shaking bone posada,
the scowling goddess
surfaces into full sun
to dance your death
tongue-kissed,
homing in.
(04-03-2016, 01:00 PM)Heslopian Wrote: Oh, it didn't come easy. At one point I slammed my fist on the desk and almost spilt me Coke everywhere
But you said 'betwixt' and I love you for that.

