Delicate Darkness

 

 

 

(There is) a delicate darkness

Like lace, thick & complicated

It's roots stretch & wind deep

Like tentacles searching for life

Layered & old like age rings on an old oak

It is a voluptuous darkness within me

It is sound, rhythm, & cacophony

Paint, charcoal, & ash

Percussive combustion of fuchsia & vermilion

Splatter like wax

Breathy quivering notes

Brush a pale cloud of opalescence.

I fling my arms open

Throwing raspy low vibrations

That languidly smear smiles on a sanguin(ary) red earth.