When love is a shimmering curtain <br />before a door of chance <br />leading to a world in question <br />wherein the macabrees dance <br />of bones that rattle in silence <br />of blinded eyes and cold <br />of thick lips, thin, denying <br />a thousand hands that pull <br />where touch to touch is feel <br />and life a weary whore <br />you would be carried off, not gently <br />to a wild but empty shore <br />where love is the scream of anguish <br />and no curtain drapes the door<br /><br />Maryah DeLong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-diverse-deviations/
