Never had love
Grown longer,
Nor lingered stronger
Than when
My bird sang
A song
So somber
I had to
Stop her,
The gravity
Of her shudder
Convinced me to
Never wander,
And as I laid
Beside her
And felt her
Skin warm
And smooth
Like rippling thunder
Sending waves
Of pressure
Across my arms
And chest
I heard from under
Her breast
The cry
Of a pulsing
Pomegranate
Dragging me down
To the depths
Of heaven’s slumber,
So I wept,
My eyes grew wet
With wonder and
Dripped a chemical
Sweat that
With each drop
Made me younger,
And I found myself
Forgiving
All of life’s
Blunders,
I couldn’t
Doubt her
With her eyes
Like embers
And her lips
So tender,
Those lips that
Kiss away
The wounds
Each time
I engage
In fruitless
Benders,
Those lips that
Singe my skin
Before I stray
Each time with
The branded message
“Return to sender,”
And I know I’ll
Always return
Because my
Position
In life
Is to
Mend her
Heart
Each time
I break her.
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 12:07 PM UTC
Never had love
Grown longer,
Nor lingered stronger
Than when
My bird sang
A song
So somber
I had to
Stop her,
The gravity
Of her shudder
Convinced me to
Never wander,
And as I laid
Beside her
And felt her
Skin warm
And smooth
Like rippling thunder
Sending waves
Of pressure
Across my arms
And chest
I heard from under
Her breast
The cry
Of a pulsing
Pomegranate
Dragging me down
To the depths
Of heaven’s slumber,
So I wept,
My eyes grew wet
With wonder and
Dripped a chemical
Sweat that
With each drop
Made me younger,
And I found myself
Forgiving
All of life’s
Blunders,
I couldn’t
Doubt her
With her eyes
Like embers
And her lips
So tender,
Those lips that
Kiss away
The wounds
Each time
I engage
In fruitless
Benders,
Those lips that
Singe my skin
Before I stray
Each time with
The branded message
“Return to sender,”
And I know I’ll
Always return
Because my
Position
In life
Is to
Mend her
Heart
Each time
I break her.
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