Salt lakes

I move through shadows like a bandit,
with a silver knife between my teeth.
Drops of lakes are rolling down my face
I jump the fence, I pull the curtains.

The seasons are trapped under my armpits.
The spring melted my ice, wetting your skin.
I die and emerge in the worlds of sin
kept safe and sound behind your eyelids.

I have risen from the clear salt lakes;
I’ve traveled on scales of two blue snakes
to take you to my ancient sanctuary,
hidden in the scents of thyme and rosemary.

So walk on your rosy toes; the past is sleeping.
I’ll see the folds of the skin above your heel;
that’s where butterflies rest every evening
until the bell of our hell begins to peal.

I’ll hide you between the scars under my rib cage-
they’re mere paper cuts compared to your pains.
We’ll leave this tragedy, this bizarre stage,
we’ll crawl on snakes and into my salt lakes.

Advertisements

10 thoughts on “Salt lakes

    1. Thank you for taking the time to read it, and for your kind words. I really appreciate it.

      Liked by 1 person

  1. Wow… Amazing… lovely… Thank you for sharing…😍😍😍😍

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, Nargis, that’s very sweet of you.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. My pleasure always…😂😁😃😍🙂😊

        Liked by 1 person

        1. I know, and I thank you for that too. You have a big, kind heart. Warmest regards to you.

          Liked by 1 person

          1. OMG, I am not so good…😅😅But Thank you…Maybe you’re very kind… that’s why you think so beautifully…😁😉😊😍😃🤩

            Liked by 1 person

  2. Great poem

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, I’m glad you liked it!

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create your website at WordPress.com
Get started
%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close