It wouldn’t take a moment To slice a life away A knife sits poised above my wrists The veins are blue and raised. Peculiar that earlier It sliced the veg to eat This knife that now so threatens Provided me replete. Yet now it stands here ready To do its certain harm It would take … Continue reading Slice
Category: Loss
Spurned
Help me! She cried In grassy repose Her breath clear and strong Again from her run Cerulean canvas And pure white cloud Remind her she’s small In case there was doubt The wind from the west Blows oak and beech wild Twin centaurs watch over This poor weeping child Crows call … Continue reading Spurned
The Wound
This thing between us was Fun and light A summer day in my life I bathed myself in your sun Embraced someone Far from his wife Open hearted soft The sweet kiss of Little death Your delicious gift Was transitory A moment’s starry breath For you remained True to an ideal Of union … Continue reading The Wound
