And So Soon I Would Not Forget; You

And this tragedy starts
with a shattered glass heart,
beneath the midnight moon of lovers' berceuse.

I kissed pestiferous lips,
(bedsheets spread across my chest)
and plucked roses attuned to symmetry,
from gardens I shed my blood upon;
taste my revilement.

I saw the verity;
a God-lent grace listed under vanity,
and falling from her skin
like the oblivious stars in ventriloquist skies,
puppets of me whisper (and convince)
how lovesick I am for her.

And of course,
hung from a harrowing stairway of lethal departure,
would her exquisite corpse
(dressed in three styles of swan feathers)
burn on the morrow with me.

I stepped across the melting ice,
where the serpents forming the roots of dead trees
cried,
sighed;
but I let them writhe,
(eyes set on risque-eyed bride)
falling in the current of a moon glazed over ...
.... by amytal inflicted tears.

Distant in the mist,
I hear them still cry,
but upon the delicate stone -
- hearts that forget my name;
she bears eternity within her ageless hands.