Depth from within
to the nape
from my chin
like a cape worn thin.
The sins perception manifested.
Curious the method
of those
that clamor to be clothed
by the light
that they still appear
naked
in plain sight.
Nothing shields me at night.
This darkness no shroud.
No cloud covering
in hopes of preserving my name.
Shun
and shame
are public practices after all.
As sure as the wind calls near
carrying with it their misplaced fear,
one overhears
that darkness falls over you
as if intent on the malicious
where dissidents
consent to the vicious
call of something so fictitious.
Light?
The extent of their riches.
I derive from the delicious
never ending well
where yells
only incite the emboldened.
Not beholden to
what I can see.
No slave to what lies
in front of me.
What manner be
these shapes
on either side of me?
You'd hide from me.
You'd cry to see
and cringe to touch.
A bit too much for parted lids.
Behind the back
this
creature slid
who never hid.
Displayed her throne.
She's never there
but she's always home.
She's never here
when lights are on.
She's never there.
The sun has shown
but she's right there.
You're not alone
and you feel tips
like fingers
your mind thought would be claws.
Your mind
haunted by flaws.
You'll find it daunting
to pause
but you've yet to advance....
......because:
you've convinced
yourself
that you can't see.
Darkness does not fall.
It instead envelops.
She caresses
crack and crevasse.
Short of bracelet.
Length of necklace.
Loose as blankets.
Tight as arms around the waist
of one longing to taste
from the nape
then the chin
to the depth within
where the concept of iniquity
is merely an antiquity.
A relic collecting dust
furnishing lies told in a rush
of when one's fancy for lust
was less matter of time
or matter of trust.
Taught that naught is unforseen
therefore figment,
farce
and dream.
Told that reaching between seems
without light is so unclean.
Told that darkness
where one weeps
goes away
when one gains sleep.
You say that shadows
are what light sweeps
but she still rests near
and I am the company she keeps.
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
The extent of their riches.
I derive from the delicious
never ending well
where yells
only incite the emboldened.
Not beholden to
what I can see.
No slave to what lies
in front of me.
What manner be
these shapes
on either side of me?
You'd hide from me.
You'd cry to see
and cringe to touch.
A bit too much for parted lids.
Behind the back
this
creature slid
who never hid.
Displayed her throne.
She's never there
but she's always home.
She's never here
when lights are on.
She's never there.
The sun has shown
but she's right there.
You're not alone
and you feel tips
like fingers
your mind thought would be claws.
Your mind
haunted by flaws.
You'll find it daunting
to pause
but you've yet to advance....
......because:
you've convinced
yourself
that you can't see.
Darkness does not fall.
It instead envelops.
She caresses
crack and crevasse.
Short of bracelet.
Length of necklace.
Loose as blankets.
Tight as arms around the waist
of one longing to taste
from the nape
then the chin
to the depth within
where the concept of iniquity
is merely an antiquity.
A relic collecting dust
furnishing lies told in a rush
of when one's fancy for lust
was less matter of time
or matter of trust.
Taught that naught is unforseen
therefore figment,
farce
and dream.
Told that reaching between seems
without light is so unclean.
Told that darkness
where one weeps
goes away
when one gains sleep.
You say that shadows
are what light sweeps
but she still rests near
and I am the company she keeps.
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
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