Putting on soothing, ever cooling peppermint lip balm,
In preparation for how he'll soon use his gentle palm
To coat my body in a layer of chocolate without qualm.
And there, painted
and playing in sweetest frame
is the timeless province.
There, suspended
by the arches of axiom,
with sputtering brushes
of wielded coherent structure.
I drown upon spearing fear
in the devilish qualm,
splintered to scattered scree
upon the wuthering face
of this old, roaming sphere:
in continuous form
and bristling invariance.
Here is one soul
stripped of fire's bite.
I have my tools at hand,
extensions of my form;
yet the tendons are emblazoned,
threatening to break
upon the simplest gesture.
I dare to say
that I do not live:
I am suspended in a desert
where life once drifted.
I once was electing Truth
but am now spirited into hushing,
principled in my lightened travels.
A qualm
Settled upon me
Instant unease
I felt it
Course through
My body
Senses
Instantly
I grab my sword
Scurry
A page of words
Trying to keep up
Make sense of it all
A picture
Emerged
That broke my heart
In a way
No lady could
Yet
Her words
Creep upon my ears
"That pale sustenance, despair."
I drink
From the tankard
Again
We have no qualms to leave,
and we have no desire to prevail to stay.
Space cadets moon
Howling in the night
Why is this apple green?
June 16, 2017
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