Seven Line Poem
Endymion’s a restless dreamer
Stormtossed coffin bound in raging moonlight
Cold skin, warm lips,heart full of nails
Your Sleeping Beauty’s a boy tonight
That Siren sweet singing will never raise the dead
But the song is a prayer and his breathing is steady
And the night smells like Hyacinth and miracles…
(detritus)(poetica)(myth)(opinion)(divination)