In A Room-Box

In a room-box with unmade bed, you bloomed
(in time, ajar)
In a room-box with night-sign light, you bloomed
(a venom star)
On the wall, shadow of your swaying head
Your odd gift of what is shown, then vanished,
In after-image of gorgeous damage. 

for Fussy Little Forms--cavatina.


tonispencer said…
I love it! ❤❤❤
. said…
Phenom, dude. You've got mad skillz. And that image ... LOL ... is tight.

"Venom star" is my favorite. Also "room-box."
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Wow! I loved the "venom star" best too. And the "room-box".
Kim M. Russell said…
This is amazing, Shay!
Old Egg said…
Both words and image togetherwith their inuendo were brilliant in this poem. I loved it.
Kerry O'Connor said…
You made this form your b*tch!
Marian said…
Haha, agree with Kerry, 100% and this evokes so many different things... for me, pulls a bunch of different images to the forefront. Like that shadow-snapshot remaining on a wall in the room-box.
Sioux Roslawski said…
Sensual photo and poem. I loved the use of parenthetical phrases, along with the internal rhyme.
Anmol (HA) said…
Ooh, "the after-image of gorgeous damage" speaks to me.
Very well-penned.

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