Song mad love girl

Not winds and waves, all the normal things

leave her swivelled eyes glassed out doll
she finds her songs in broken, breathless wings

 

the jagged knives, the ragged guitar strings

knobs of silence tumbled in freefall
not winds and waves, all the normal things

 

she twirls and twists, the dance sharply brings

heels together; misery is for all;
she finds her songs in broken, breathless wings

 

the metal rattles in undone couplings

the baby sleep of cells, the strangling walls
not winds and waves, all the normal things

 

the clasp of flesh as it sucks and clings

to insane twigs of bones and snapped souls
she finds her songs in broken, breathless wings

 

she turns again, the hem of her skirt swings

her lights are blinded bats, nights burnt out coals
not winds and waves, all the normal things
she finds her songs in broken, breathless wings











It needs absolutely no links, goes without saying which well the verse above draws from.  Probably the very first villanelle I ever read, or maybe it ties with this one.  Anyways, deep reverence.