Red Red Red
ah the tentative poor
  and beautiful you
I write
(try and keep up
 its hard we all know)
to express some
loathing self suffering

   of mine yours I do not
      have certainty:
      have certainty

vivid are the copper coils
   the strands that burn
like flame when lit
   (flames when lit
                   burning)
in my mind
breathless pushed under
  you
  breathless
pushed under

I question the validity
of my words actions
                   meanings
(but then I always did)
      and I regret
devouring with sharp teeth
 dragging and
   and

      and

I regret

not what I did but what I left
empty and hollow and un
 hole

I wanted to return
the sweetness
(like honey and digging my finger
 nails
 into
      flesh:  ::)

Your breath back into you
your heart back into
mind soul this this this this
(but isn't that just
something like:
like:
  a mirror
     glass)
          shatter and blood

   and lost)

I want you to have rose petals
drifting in the heated water
(a mirror, for you
    more accurate less this)

It should have been yours

             not mine

(not no not: don't argue)

Everything you gave me should have been yours.

Comments:
 
Trenchtownrock   Trenchtownrock wrote
on 8/17/2009 7:49:59 AM
You had me hooked into this piece..love the imagery in the write and the poem just flowed wonderfully.

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