Dead
Boys and Frozen Girls
(With apologies
to Richard Calder)
Through the
frosted glass shines a moon
So blue! Blue as yesterdays dreams -
Blue as
a heartache.
Cold, silvery radiance diffused
Freezing.
Fragmented. Like my dreams.
Cold as a stainless steel magnolia,
Forgotten
hopes on gossamer wings; fly.
Deep within
black satin sheets your ghost moans,
Tangled in our passions and our deceits,
My soul
- fused like obsidian - reflects
The sky weeping poison...
The tears
of mad angels.
Dark crystal lattices grow,
And cage
my unbeating heart.
Ice radiates
from the matrix of my being
Where mad faeries once flitted,
And drowned
in the absinthe of your eyes;
The shadows call your name as I wallow
In the dying
embers of desire.
I must scream now!
But you...
you took my voice.
Your heartbeat
overwhelms my senses
Like thunder in the sky,
Like the
travesty of lost innocence
The innocence of my guilt:
Impaled
on my dark needs I quiver,
Pleasure is pain!
And the
pain is dreadful...
(C) Copyright 1999
GYPSY PETE
All Rights Reserved
