She rides with his skeleton,
through the haunted forest in the black of a full moon’s night.
silhouetted in the valley of broken dreams,
where she lays his skeleton bones
among the vines of the shadowed meadow,
next to the cobblestones where black roses bleed,
to breath life back into the golden bones of the man she couldn't be without
Whispering the lovers chant and holding his skull tight
she kissed his teeth between whispers into the shadows of the night.
the black rose died on the cobblestones
by the valley of broken dreams.
bleeding its black essence into his shallow heartbeat,
when his skeleton fingers flicker alive
caressing the naked flesh up her thighs.
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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Comments2
Wow, both really good!
Thanks
next to the cobblestones where black roses bleed. Such a nice descriptive line. Great poem
Thanks ☺
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