No this wasn't platonic, white and placid
Made out of crimson cherries and blueberries
It was amplifying, reddish, corrosive as acid
I couldn't move my jaw, or breathe; I choked
Like breathing was an illusion I saw before my eye
No! This didn't go away with time.
It resided, very well groomed in my heart
Oh closely! Listen! Can you hear it beat?
And thump, and pound and pound and pound!
No it wasn't an aimless seed planted perfect
It was an explosive, a bomb you say!
What has this world got against my heart?
It cracked, held still and shattered, by sudden?
No! Well rehearsed plots, undergoing attacks.
And words came bursting out,
And blood flooded my mouth
And specked your charming face .
And I fell...
Into your arms, you ask?
No! Onto the ground..
Onto the solid ground that kept me company.
You left, my dear!
Knowing not! Knowing not!
How my craze is a realm of love
And a touch of reality...
Tina RSH ©