over icy fields of grey the dance of somatic orb lights
Tag: monostich
the sharpened mind but the flesh has yet to bleed
feel it as i do the warmth of writing these words
birthed from the softer side of your day
endemic essences of this night rallying free souls
look past the pretence of neon lights for sensual bliss
drizzle on my displeasure flesh seeks flesh
dreams of the nether all dark pleasures denied
winter hallway footsteps swallowed by the silence
the horrors of writing and losing sense of time
elancharan gunasekaran 