Wednesday, January 25, 2012

a teardrops response to the tide

and when we were kissing
how could we have known that we were
soaked in kerosene
right to the bone
losing the love
for being alone
and then came the embers
falling down your back
and i was staring in line
and raring to find
that you were the one that they all were
warning me of
the carnal
creature
a carnivorous cat
laying sprawled out on the
bed
on the comforter of seasons
lying
starting the turn back
to threads
in a few worn out spots
the constellations of our love
and you were tracking me
until the rising of
each day
i would be the one for you
who did not get away
i did not agree to the suicide pact
and each little part
i want them back
that you torn out and carved out
and then threw away
like the photograph picture
sits all black and gray
in the folds of my wallet
all hidden away
of you
standing there
soaked in kerosene
and holding a match above our heads
while we were kissing
and my eyes
were closed
so
tight…

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