monovox

the slow long itch builds. so quiet at first that it is mistaken for a breeze. a needed fix waiting in the flutter of butterfly wings. turning to strainlistening in soft revery, it's gone but not and impossible to tell inside or out. residual echo coincides and vibrates with the pulse, the pulse with the heart, the heart with the light and the light with the wings spread wide like a receiver beseeching the sky to receive redemption.

it comes again. more than a whisper, the anticipating breath carries volumes. trembling trigger squeezing slowly upon deeply embedded delicate cords. The heavy vibration of densely rooted desire lifts through it's imprisonment and strains against hearts ramparts. sharp shudder inhale in hard the warm iron taste and wet moss tone. gulp down hard restraint and send searching on all fours in the wet earth for strength of sight the rising bone fragments and worms of long buried dreams ooze through revealed in torn bleeding fingers.

eyes closed embrace and release, seep out of thought and the whispers grow building and layering upon each other. wrapping warm the love and knowledge of deep and long history without regard to death. the ancient woven shared paths flash in frame stop motion heart flutter and warmth opiate flooding the mind, caressing the head and gently soothing the taught tension. cooing softly once again whispers. release...redemption. pray to keep this and hold it tight as a talisman...like a black feather sewn above the heart for which the wind carries angels flight forever.


mon ange-xoxo-blackjackdavi