Candlewitch

Sanctuary (by: eddy styx)



"Sanctuary"

Your mood is the language in which your body speaks to mine.

Your heart is a perfect unblemished stone, beating in the cavern of its syncopated isolation.

I beg hardly more of you than to scrabble forever along the jagged cliffs of your emotions.

To bathe myself, palpably defenseless and exposed, in the frosty moonlight of your acrid, acid, smiles.

Stripped beyond the marrow of the bone, to the naked manifest purity of the white hot ashes of my tattered and tortured soul.

For YOU, my deceased and decomposing treasure; are the baleful, gleaming glance of the scaly-faced Basilisk.

Residing in the shadows of the saguaro cactus, in my windswept desert rock garden.


                                !GIVE ME SANCTUARY!

Comments6

  • Candlewitch

    thanks Kat,

    and good morning to you!

    ever, eddy

  • Fay Slimm.

    Wow - - this read had me wincing with oozings of admiration for such linguistic art - - - moodlily dark yet a beautiful use of word.

    • Candlewitch

      dear Fay,

      thank you for such a nice compliment 😉 love it!!!

      ever, eddy

    • orchidee

      Oohh sounds good! I'm going there on me next holiday - ashes, torture, etc! Please excuse me, it's too much sherry I've had. lol.

      • Candlewitch

        that's okay, O. lol!

        ever, eddy

      • charlesbarrett

        Very strong imagery. I enjoyed reading this. You have quite the way with words.

        • Candlewitch

          hello and thank you, charles... nice to meet you!

          ever, eddy

        • Louis Gibbs

          Dark and deep, and well expressed insight into eddy's tortured soul. Kudos!

          • Candlewitch

            thanks Louis,
            for reading and understanding 🙂

            ever, eddy

          • valene

            eddy, my tortured soul friend. your choice of words is always impressive to me. along with that thought is your willingness to share your darkest emotions in an open and honest way....something most people can't and/or are unwilling to do cos they see it as a sign of weakness. your imagery here is strong and compelling. I love your opening line cos body language does many times speak louder, and express emotions much more so than actual words. I've seen the saguaro cactus when riding on the desert many moons ago and it is an impressive plant, which by using it in your last line makes the line stand out as the perfect ending.
            nice going once again eddy!
            p.s. have i ever mentioned that for a "murderous male alter ego" you are one hell of a poet....which i find rather ironic...in a good way of course 🙂

            • Candlewitch

              dear val,

              thank you for such wonderful praise of both me and my work 🙂 but I have much darker work that I have not posted yet!

              ever, eddy

              • valene

                for some reason my good friend eddy, i'm not overly surprised about the darker stuff...LOL!
                🙂
                OX, val



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