I
Daylight stains…
your ghost-white scent;
pressing against my skin.
II
The light of day
shines through you;
I’ve never seen anything like it.
A white wound
expanding…
weighing me down,
a cast away match
setting my skin alight.
III
You turn away;
your back a black silhouette;
curved like a quotation mark.
Curling...
around my body;
engraving...
“whatever gives light
must also endure burning”
across my skin
with match-finger tips.
IV
I breathe in water;
let it ripple across my skin.
Blessed in flesh;
shining gold;
drowning in light.
My body-
a fleshy lighthouse;
enlightened.
An object of hope,
half overshadowed.
Comments
MistakenMagic | April 10, 2011 - 23:35
'You turn away;
your back a black silhouette;
curved like a quotation mark.'
- love these lines, Beeme. This is another brilliant set of images, well done ;)
Magic xxx
insertponceyfre... | April 11, 2011 - 07:13
I really like number 3 Beeme. In the second, it's cast away.
seashore | April 11, 2011 - 08:02
Number 3 my favourite also.
fatboy74 | April 11, 2011 - 11:10
Very good Beeme. :-)
Beeme | April 11, 2011 - 11:39
Thank you Magic, Insert, Seashore, and Fatboy. I've very glad you enjoyed :)
Beeme xx
SundaysChild | April 11, 2011 - 16:47
Fascinating imagery here Beeme, well done xx
Beeme | April 11, 2011 - 20:13
thank you :D xxx