.
*I cradle my head 
in my palms

There's an inerasable vision 
of hearts and bones 
inwoven in a spider web

Untied forget-me-nots
writhing disentanglement

A collage of all the dead roses ,
tawny petals bestrewn across
a fallow frozen mind-scape ;

hidden behind eye-lid's
hesitantly arising curtain

just like a noir movie screen

I saw love disfigure me*


                                                       *wild is the wind ... December 4th, 2016*