Circa 2004
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you pulled me into
the palpitating folds of your luminescent flesh
light green was the air in twilight's fall
silver grey and cool the moss covered barks
of cypress reds and willow's fool,
dreamy and slow swaths of Spanish moss
like ladders of shadow crept across
the old Pecan trees in haunted dreams
of you,
the milk in my bones ran in moist streams to your breasts
famished feedings were like volumes of books no one read
beneath the dance of Willow's fool and Cypress red,
silver and grey the mosses in Twilight's green and cool
hung crucified on crosses, mystery shining darks,
each and every thought surrenders into
the speechless wells
of deep bluebells
without a view,
an insect humming informs nondescript air
nothing describes the Time anymore, fallen flat, dimension fled
your alien drumming, beads of sweat in your hair
silver and grey with rhyme without score, Willow's fool and Cypress red...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-01-20 at 23:49
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Cypress Red
Cypress RedÂ
you pulled me into
the palpitating folds of your luminescent flesh
light green was the air in twilight's fall
silver grey and cool the moss covered barks
of cypress reds and willow's fool,
dreamy and slow swaths of Spanish moss
like ladders of shadow crept across
the old Pecan trees in haunted dreams
of you,
the milk in my bones ran in moist streams to your breasts
famished feedings were like volumes of books no one read
beneath the dance of Willow's fool and Cypress red,
silver and grey the mosses in Twilight's green and cool
hung crucified on crosses, mystery shining darks,
each and every thought surrenders into
the speechless wells
of deep bluebells
without a view,
an insect humming informs nondescript air
nothing describes the Time anymore, fallen flat, dimension fled
your alien drumming, beads of sweat in your hair
silver and grey with rhyme without score, Willow's fool and Cypress red...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 659 times
Written on 2013-01-20 at 23:49
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