[ seasons ]
Thursday, September 9, 2010 by Erin Collins
Her heart stops-
Flightless flutters and forgotten palpitations secure their terminal taunts,
Frost-bitten wisps of wingless things flit toward warmth and summer teardrops,
Perching in willows that weep for wishful wants.
She licks her lips-
Honey and wine drip from her insults, crisp autumn passions pop on her palette,
Euphoria crunches beneath her feet, sips of sanctity trickle down her hips,
While she gulps the heartache and vomit.
She is mislead-
Echoes of her sacrifice thunder and crash in the vacant hollows beneath her breast,
Creeks and trickles of the angel's mourning compose where they all fear to tread,
Dripping her regrets to places of unrest.
Her eyes smile-
A soft caress washes across her shore, ushering hushed promises into her harbor,
Waves crash and and ridicule her body, thrusting her into a maddening exile,
She faints, falling into a tide of seductive slumber.
