Empty Tomb

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Swaying

a sweetness,

trespassing

salt-cracked hearts

that pass in prophecy.

 

Stumbling

upon angels,

awaiting

steadfast negligence

of tranquil demands.

 

Rolling

stony silence,

coveting

words that ache

to be born

into my arms.

 

Time ticks wanton.

 

©  Katypoetess 2015

katypoetesslove poetry

◄ Vindication

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Nigel Astell

Wed 9th Dec 2015 07:28

Inside your tomb I see the empty words

salt-cracked hearts

of tranquil demands

words that ache

are already born.

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