on wings of a dove

swinging on the hinge of the door
looking thru the glass of a whore  

listening quietly to raucous laughter
blood slowly oozing thru the rafters

jarful of whispers in my hand
heartful of love you’ll never understand

knowing tis folly to give too much
in your eyes, every cunt you fuck is a slut

reduction expansion
pretension transformation
dancing on the ceiling
weaving cloth of blessing
breathing in poison
drinking condemnation

echoing labels multicoloured
angel’s heart brutally deflowered
neurotic
quixotic
noble
unstable
negative energy
positive qi
“that’s why i wanna keep a distance”
no space here for imperfections

i’ll go then my love
on wings of a dove
soar to the hills to hide
amongst the trees
of death’s tranquility
at last a peace to abide

~ by bunnyblu on June 19, 2008.