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Sangraal
by Nicole Assenzathe night is longing
unwanted
bringing red rimmed eyes
and clumsy feet of mourning
the night is
the sex of art and beauteous embraces
locks of lips and Velcro limbs
you are stretched and snapped
molded to fill in rotten holes
in heart's walls
a salve that solves my head
you make the world quicker and smaller
and the nights are fading
so unsatisfied with bloodied wine and sorrow's milk
I give you cherry eyes floating on pheromones
and blue seas of light
leaving us drunk until Sunday
this night isnt long enough
the night is longing
unwanted
when you fly on silver wings
and my bronze words fall out
worthless to the shining splendor
that theives and beggars receive
from sun wounded hands
the Holy Grail is sought
in late wastings of ink
dark as the weakening night
to prove electric gospels wrong
but you bring me roses and red looks
when I am a rose myself
in funeral procession
those clumsy feet march on still drunk
on precious faded nights 12/26/2005 Author's Note: The night is longing, unwanted. (Sangraal means Holy Grail.)
edit 11/19/2009: oh my goodness I just noticed I got poem of the day! thanks =)
Posted on 12/27/2005
Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matthew Zangen on 01/12/07 at 04:13 PM Nicole, this is awesome. I'm still tingling. You have a natural ear for rhythym, and a keen eye for imagery, both in and outside of your words. I just long to "see" the rhythm we both know is there. Call me a freak for punctuation, but you write so masterfully, I just see at as the icing in your metaphorical cake :). Definite favorite. You never disappoint. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/08/09 at 04:32 PM Beautiful POTD. Congrats! |
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