Lopers // Lovers

From the vault March 29, 2016

Lopers // Lovers

Lust lingered on a lustrous bed of roses, blanketed by the silky stroke of midnight.  
Ebony flourishes forged in a starless bed; tompe punch drunk lovers hiding skeletons behind stiff drapes.  

Embedded moonlight licked poisoned petals, pushing curled edges out of a flat dimensionless spread.  
Blossoms dilated to reach peak.  Pinched and puckered, single-breasted shadowed blooms loom over dewy flesh.  
The fragile florets weaved duet, cultivating matrix, birthing hybrid, every fiber en pointe.

Rolling over, folding over, cards are pressed as lips purse.  
Retreating behind terrace collar, lovers lope as life leaves garden, to selfish sanctuary.  
Shade thrown casts hard lined boundaries, sleek silhouette becomes bleak in the wake of mourning blush-touched frame.  
Unrolled sleeves swallow tiny limbs.  Wasted waist huggers, separate from being lovers.

Love letters trailed in tail.  Layered and lost, laid left behind peaking out from the dark garden.  
Spotlit by heavenly crescent, once crisply folded as fan to burning cheeks catching salty drops of sweat—
now ruffled soaking tissued tears, held captive—affixed to the thorned throne of deathbed foliage.

With lack of tread, licorice laces bitter thread to try and mend the empty plane of poisoned posies.  
Vines hold taut on wired knot, roses hang by noose to dry, choked by the velvet blood of midnight sky.  
As the ink on white pages fade sober lovers slip out of the garden as quickly as they slipped out of their clothes.

MAD | Mella D

this jacket by Boudicca was the source of inspiration in my writing of Lopers // Lovers