Burning Amidst the Hands of Love

by BrokenREALiTy   Aug 5, 2008


Unstable fingers run along the fragile words in urgency,
Kissing butterflies across pale minds with gasoline.
As murky clouds begin to liquefy into droplets of purity,
She stumbles through the cotton balls of season's pass,
Leaving footprints in the blankest streets of lead.

An outlined tear tattooed upon the rosiest of cheeks,
Crumbles beneath the embrace of milky skies--
Dancing finger paint across the fields of grass,
Dripping loosened petals through the limbs of trees,
And draping her in a gown of dirtied splendor.

Now release the gas-doused match between her fingers,
Lighting visions severed by the ashes of a charming soul.
And promptly stop, drop and roll into the bleeding thorns of verve,
Smearing lovely lyrics athwart the liquid brown of eyes,
As she lays burning amidst the hands of love.

©20080804 Mindy Huang

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  • 15 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    Title - Nice job. I loved the word "admist" Great word choice instead of using a word like "between" or something. Good title. :]

    "And promptly stop, drop and roll into the bleeding thorns of verve,"
    `Stop, drop, and roll..I so wasn't expecting that to come out. Very very well done. I loved this line more than anything.

    Overall, a wonderful write. Honestly, there are no mistakes in this piece. I loved how you used the title, it was amazing. The last light highlighted the whole poem because it contained the title. Wonderful write. Impressive. 5/5.