streetlit seraphim

when the dawn drops like a kiss onto your eyelids
and the quiet of the morning hangs heavy as slumber
you suffer more than you're kind oceans of dreams for your thighs to wade through I’m grateful to the breeze and also to the stars
which hang as if forgotten in the corner of your window

we have a long road left to walk autumn burning like a candle birds beginning fresh to weep and the leaves falling, slow as tears

***edited to make the most of the great feedback you kind folks were generous enough to share with me

http://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5f4z19/cannibalism/dahl6uz

http://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5f4loe/my_fellow_americans/dahl7x0