9 Nov 2008

it has grown

it is in her heart it spins alone
and dwells tempting silence to return
to the space where love left
crowded reasons, occuied deciet
the pace of finally, (finality)
a reality condensed between the gap
like a bullet/she would kiss it
to make known intentions hidden behind
riots growing like crowns lets loose
amongst reactions reactions reactions
like a snapping artery-artilery shot through
cappilaries capable true of destroying
the weather forecast/

1 comment:

C.J.Duffy said...

a stunning, mouth watering piece of poetry. If words could be fruit then this is a melon.