Friday, July 2, 2010
Magnetic splinters should they bind
pressed into palms of chosen beauty.
Passions split, faith intertwined
inside the noblemen's blue-blooded duty.
Parchment wrinkled, bled for ire,
windows smeared with born aggression.
House of glass blistered draught desire,
ineffectual, blackened indiscretion.
Exquisite retraint, her silouette,
expression stone, unfaltered grace.
Filled the hollow, prearranged regret
baneful silence fingering her face.
Swollen fragmentation, to heal a family's lie.
She dreams, consumed in smothering,
a distant newborn child's cry.