The rearrangement of the senses.
In the transcendentalism of emerging thoughts.
Haying in the afternoons fading heat
i tend to wander away, around Waldens pond
the coolness of spent shadows
make words linger in my mind.
sweaty drops lumbering down my spine and lower
ha…..searing mind, decendes through worked muscles
– to yawning fingertips and toes.
pink and orange colored skies, in variations –
after the horizon with cricket songs
my spirits strive
copyright (c) 2014 by franzad
written for dVerse
sewed on gaping chest, your heart suits you
screaming fear of rotten breath
tell me my child of thousand words
how was it that i lost myself amongst so many
far too long have you been bleeding
my kisses lack the ability to heal your wounds
only deeper do they chase the embers inside you
thoughts disintegrate like ice in sweet water
hooded sidles age of mapping structure
on every moment past in details
i mastered every stage of acting
around your vacuum feeding breasts
your theeth sunk deep in flesh and bones
i dare you to leave the cold earth hiding
copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger