naja_haje

Inside the rest of every piece that falls off gathers
children pet behemoth, marvel the tail's quickening.
it even straightens, flapping mother's womb to tatters.
origins belonging jovian, finger fed sickening.

I wasn't meant to lie motionless,
her pulse rapped its waltz,
I am under a finely hemmed caress,
severed silences take their exits sipping fault,

outside the fixed eyes chasing who stole the starlight
after velocity sugars a well lit blade.
could it be regret that holds your form so steady, 'spite
the squeaking hardwoods we masquerade.