Τετάρτη, 1 Αυγούστου 2012

Fingercuffs












There's a black ring 'round the edge of my island
A black ribbon of iron, like Leviathan's crown
There's a black ring 'round the tip of my tongue
A black ring 'round my ankle
A black ring that borders the sun
A black ring that sleeps in my pillow.

And I reek of smoke and iron
As my days do not flow
As my days must be forged.

There's a black ring 'round my finger
A black band of forget-me-not
And the work of my hands
Is ever bound to its weight.

It sits there ungrinding and loose
Invisible in its unlight
But it chokes my dreams to reminders
Of alarms, clocks and waking.

Like a hard iron pet-worm or snake
It whispers midst my Eden
Words that rival your own
"I will always be with you"
And the words taste like iron
The words taste like blood
And I so hope your soft touch
Is sharp enough to sever my finger.

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