Lust has dark humor.
The sigh of death
sings from sated bodies
oblivious sunlight
will deliver their shroud.
In the crescendo of sighs
time has no bonds nor remorse.
Heaven is thighs entwined,
notes playing along flesh,
a world without a key to intrude.
Secrets spoil, divide conscience
between vow and reality,
but in the liar’s womb tomorrow
will never demand its ransom.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
Real Toads ~ Artistic Interpretations With Margaret
©Susie Clevenger 2016
Real Toads ~ Artistic Interpretations With Margaret
Comments
'In the crescendo of sighs
time has no bonds nor remorse.
Heaven is thighs entwined,
notes playing along flesh,
a world without a key to intrude.'
"In the crescendo of sighs
time has no bonds nor remorse.
Heaven is thighs entwined"
crescendo of sighs...
notes playing along flesh,
a world without a key to intrude.
'Thighs entwined' never had thought of imagining this. And there is no way one can likely unravel it. There's just no 'key' to do it. Lots of persuasion perhaps!
Hank