Thursday, 19 December 2013

Heart unbeaten

Hurricane senses beaming
with you without me.
I am drowning in black
tunnels I am dreaming
of white slow dances
I am waiting for you to see
Me as I was as I am;
Where we were.
When you delivered we were
Nodding our heads in grief
And disguise kissed our palms.
In a humble abode your winter
Makes me sane.

this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...