Porcelain Pieces

October 10, 2012

You’re the last thought
Swarming to stutter to a
Stop in my shattered skull
Before I fall to sleep. porcelain

Find me in your hands
Perfect ash sifting with
Bright laughter to lift
Your pale spirit.

And I swear, if you leave
There won’t be any honest
Angels left to be given the
Title of trusting lust again.

Do not scream, do not
Stare at the bloodied
Bandages that saved us
From losing our cocoons
And cracking into two.

Daemon angel, sugar kisses
Tearing tears from anxious eyes,
You are a porcelain piece
That ripples to my spine,
You are Love.

image credit: decor8blog

  • Pooja October 25, 2012 at 1:57 am

    this is lovely. a change from the usual poem.