Sonnet To Your Stain
You fall as powder from the sun,
A new variety of the dark;
You come out of a sore o'errun,
And leave not skin but soul a mark.
You drip like blood from a blade's edge,
You stain not steel but bones of eyes;
Oh! Bloodshot bloodshot be your wedge,
To split the iris in disguise.
Your tears are frozen, your lips pursed,
You stare like winter from a glass;
Your grief, your kiss, say who is cursed,
Both seem to me as cold as carcass.
Now, you like bubbles your love burst,
And let me die of my sour thirst.
-Pin Dew (01/05/2017)
Copyright © Pin Dew | Year Posted 2017
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