dining lovers
The evening was so cold,
An old breath fairing breeze too loud,
My voice a spit spun in silence.
Trembling hands vocal enough to whisper hunger,
Palms in the emotional clouds,
heavy like raindrops clung from spiritual eyes
A tear drenched payer so sound
Too loud are the trickling tears,
Silencing the trembling lips,
Echoing pain across the plateau of a frail body.
Chocking behind ceasing breath,
Is a starved soul sheltered by the veil of dry air?
Seeing stallions mounting the cold drain.
A sewer of disposed hearts,
fabricated care and protection
Some call it war, some call it a conquest.
The way I see it, its greed leashing the resourceful bastards.
Coining their brains barely a spine of thought.
A piteous snore with an oblivious notion.
That white stain on my dark skin.
Silenced words are gorgeous, a satin cloth in flames.
A missing omen of rusty happiness,
read and re-fed to the whys that I found.
Rebuilding catastrophes to castle the poor.
I be damned if I live to see the world with same eyes.
For my life is a mat of those with more.
©umametsi
U