Oh she rose like Emily’s forgiveness in a state of duress.
She manifest a kindness that sways judgement without justice in one caress.
I sank like a Poseidon murmur when I heard her cry out. I yearned for blue murder.
An eternity in the mind of a squeaky chalkboard scratches my name through hollow halls of the world’s nose and I breathe easily in the delight of your future.
Cold to the touch I seal the sutures.
Blood curdling hopes as she strikes a new pose and desire, oh desire.
She rose like Emily’s forgiveness in a state of duress.
Judgement without justice.
© G.P Williamson 2017