Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Athair ar chanbhás



Pallid cotton threads of porcelain

Ivory as the burning moon;

Smells of citrus, soap and roses blooming

Veiling the velvet mechanics of a soul.



Mane of inferno manifested

Vermillion as blood and apple skins,

Kissed by crystalline rainclouds

Supple, scented of wet soil

A Windstorm of ruby-

Crowning glory of gratuitous creation.



Glacial stormy night skies,

Glistening under a layer of dust.

Bursting like dying stars; Intangible as cosmic winds

Gates to infinity, both glorious and cold.



Silken bleeding-hearts shaped to consume

Rubicund as the first leaf as autumn returns

Perfect palates igniting intrigue

Flirtation formed to features libidinous.



Feathers murmur affections in ears

Crashing Thunder through sinew,

Bubbling laughter burst inside your deep

Recherché shades of shameful behavior

Lyrics break through the lungs of lovers.



Season breeze caught in smiles

Nostalgia knitted in bones

Seduction and shadows play against teeth

Dragging denizens of devotion to weak knees

Warmth worn playfully.



Oasis in desert heat, springing from hidden fountains

Calefaction found atop gelid mountains

Breath in absent atmosphere

Sanctuary found in the heart of fear

Nothing to compare

To this heavenly canvas.