Codepen-dance【POETRY】

Codepen-dance

She wore a close-eyed smile,

She concealed her sullen fangs,

She wore bright, paintstroke hair,

She concealed her rain barrel for catching empathy.

She warms me like a pillow plush as fresh lips,

She covers the bed of nails it rests upon,

She warms my heart beneath her tattered-sheet soul,

She covers the radiant blood on her hands squeezing it.

I will only glimpse a cemetery with two adjacent plots for us,

I will deny that pair of graves which will hold no funeral,

I will only glimpse the pregnant lack of would-be visitors she will turn away.

I will deny having naught but mirrors in the palms of every extended hand reflecting

What light there could have been if I only knew I could have grasped them.