String me up

String me up

In pearls

Worn around your neck

Frozen tears

Coldly gleaming

A whisper of regard

For such exposure

With little recognition

Of the pain

Ill found in hanging

In such close companionship

With the touch of skin

A blind caress

To be borne a lifetime

Purgatory would be so sweet

Indecorous though

It may be

Do not tear

Lest the threads

Which bind this

Cultured bangle

Snap

The glittering splinter

Of breaking

Will shatter this

Golden dream

A thousand times

The warmth

Of your touch

Gone

Makes brittle

The dry skin

Dust the bones

Little used as ornament

Their polished countenance

Will soon

Be less than memory.