lit by candlelight
in a cold bed lit by candlelight
indifferent lovers wait until midnight
to feel for the last time the scent of another's skin:
when the clock ticks faster, how deadly is a sin?
as the knife resonates like chords of a violin,
for a second the night watches the skull reveal itself and grin.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Wear | 0 | 06/06/2014 |
| Canvas | 0 | 10/02/2012 |
| Untitled | 0 | 10/02/2012 |
| Qualities | 0 | 09/08/2012 |
| meaning | 0 | 02/22/2012 |
| Condition | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| the deadly kiss from a cruel sun | 0 | 09/16/2011 |
| paranoia | 1 | 09/15/2011 |
| Damage | 1 | 09/15/2011 |
| unhealthy obsession | 1 | 08/13/2011 |
| falling in unison | 0 | 07/20/2011 |
| Loveless | 0 | 06/15/2011 |
| The zephyr | 0 | 05/28/2011 |
| Ode to beauty | 1 | 05/28/2011 |
| The Casket | 0 | 05/07/2011 |
| Uncontrollabl e |
0 | 04/14/2011 |
| tonight/tomor row |
0 | 04/05/2011 |
| Birds of early morning | 1 | 03/27/2011 |
| Do you | 0 | 01/24/2011 |
| Dearest poison | 1 | 01/19/2011 |
| Wings | 1 | 12/02/2010 |
| Crimson over pink dust | 2 | 10/30/2010 |
| The Faceless Ghost | 1 | 10/21/2010 |
| overflowing senses | 2 | 09/25/2010 |
| you should be staring at the moon | 3 | 09/25/2010 |
| Untitled | 0 | 08/21/2010 |
| deeper | 0 | 08/21/2010 |
| When memories are monochrome | 0 | 08/15/2010 |
| Nothing | 0 | 08/10/2010 |
| Mask | 0 | 08/09/2010 |
| lit by candlelight | 0 | 08/09/2010 |
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