The taste of cinnamon spice

The taste of cinnamon spice

20 July 2016

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Kindred kind

Twining in your breath

Your lips paint

Molten lava

Straying from known peaks summits

Shoulders to unwind

 

Lamp to post

Within dark alleys

Bringing light

Bursting sight

Visions of colours reeking

Lip to lip speaking

 

Lonely street

One-sided entry

Neck to neck

Our tongues meet

The taste of cinnamon spice

Flaring up the night

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

Elm – Hammock

In the Middle of this Nowhere – Hammock

Then the Quiet Explosion – Hammock

Frontal collision

Frontal collision

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Black widow

Mourning lost vigil

Of her death

Rancid breath

Hovering in morning chill

As Time sweeps over

 

Illusion

Hammering vision

Retina

Stuck in loop

Stroboscopic impression

Frontal collision

 

We were strands

Twirling through eras

Fear disbands

Reprimands

Scorching lips smothering fate

Melancholy’s slate

 

Burning pyre

My inner realms dire

Desert space

None to face

No judgement but fall from Grace

Upon green-blue fields

 

Stigmata

Mind’s repetition

Your kisses

Heal my wounds

That flay my every layer

Between core and skin

 

Hope runs thin

Time is a slayer

Partition

Melodies

A move away from fences

Disturbed defenses

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Late Goodbye – Poets of the Fall

War – Poets of the Fall

Daze – Poets of the Fall

Heal my wounds – Poets of the Fall

Dreaming wide Awake – Poets of the Fall

Rebirth – Poets of the Fall