I can still remember
The taste upon the tip of my finger in the bright moonlight.
And the image of your slender figure by the wall of bones
Still remains in my mind.
You never knew the misery of desire.
Tag: Prose Poetry
Pale Angel III
I still remember those dreams of blood stained sheets
that marked my mind when you said you’d see me here
I awaited a train that never came
I can still remember the feeling
that haunted my world that summer.
Pale Angel II
You went with me to take photos on that cold November morning
The shutter snapped heavily at static statues
Apollonian figures on frozen ground
As you exhaled your breath marked the air
Your skin was as white as the frost
And there you stood
My pale angel.
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