Luminescent,
She is the cradle in which we rock,
Swaying like the wind through the trees.
Orchards sing like daffodil's scream,
A melodic vocal that sweeps my skin;
Drink the sweet serenade,
Four gulps full, forever;
If only to haunt in macabre plains,
Like phantoms sorrow.
Illicit,
Indecent,
Over canopies starscape;
Vastly occupying my mind, only for a flash.
You unravel my voice;
Sickly spinning webs aureate,
Circles and circles, tangling 'til death.
In one swift scream,
It blankets my innocence;
'Til death do we part.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
