Poems from mkneems
Final Embrace(Gustav Klimt, The Kiss)
Her arms around his head,fingers deformed, delicate and skeletal,neck craned, tan and steady.One hand...
His cheeks were a glowing crimson that year,forced into a furnace of scalding color.Coping, of course, was not in his vocabulary.
His...
Three weeks had passed, and still no word. Each callwent straight to his answering machinelike clockwork.We all felt the nervous...
Anticipating looking stopping going staring worrying. Skin rubbing, writhing shivering quivering, moving sporadic. Eyes questioning dark...
The currents of reality pull at the seams of my unrealistic dreams,if they rip ill fall apart, but if im not pulled by the currents I fall...