CemeterySound Poetry

[o'queery]

Plush heart in hand I

make

waves into letters

that curl into Your name



My fingers brace it,

knowing that to break it

would be

a thousand deaths for my own



I want to absorb it



Cradling the velvet muscle

I bring it to life



and



heal every fracture

with soft kisses,

murmurs



My lines are drawn

against the beat of chest..

so effortless it is to be



enslaved

by this moment



The camera flashes

imperials of sun- scorched beauty

to capture my intent



So unreal


Even I know I am asleep