Poem by Lily Swarn
Splintered Souls!
Often when I see the satin folds of a swishing garment
Clinging seductively on a chiseled frame
Brows plucked to an inquiring perfection
Lips pouting in suggestive bows
Sheen of hair cascading in streams
Feet poised in classic heels
The perfection haunts me all night through
For I know the shattered shards of the splintered soul
Gathering its tatters in bundles of threads
Skeins of silk ripped apart
Souls in distress wandering alone
Caged in bodies toned and polished
Facades of gilt, gloss and glow
Enshrouding spirits dead and gone
Copyright Lily Swarn 12.11.2017
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 