…gold weaving blood red
Emeralds shining on darkest silver.
Skin of pure marble
Ice, frost and lace
Labradorites glistening
In pale moonlight.
Why don't we live
In a castle?
Pearls crying over
Stars
Fetters and chains
Supporting bluish-purple
Cameos
Set in patterns
Across whitest breasts.
Why don't we dream
Big again?
Damasked silks
Of forgotten vows,
Velvets hiding
Daggers of hate,
In embroidered corsets
Of gold thread and tears
Envy hides.
Why don't we pretend
We loved once?
Parchment rolls
Gold leaf and bile,
Inks spinning the tales
Of heroes
And villains
Making love and war
Among the ashes.
Why don't we reinvent
The ancient rites?
Death masquerades
As bliss
Cutting edges
With bridal veils
Of thorns, cobwebs and mist
Beset with jewels
Full of spite.
Why don't we live
In a castle?
I think this is one of your best I’ve read.
Yes, indeed. With such flowing images coming forth from you, it sounds idyllic.