Monday, 25 April 2011

Hearts Grating

Yesterday the curtain closed

And you spoke in abstractions

The room filled with smog of opposition.

Your eyes blocks frozen on me

I couldn't see to leave you alone.

I threw stones, anything

To break into you rock face

But they just made a wall

Too jagged for us to touch.

Tomorrow we will beckon

Our hearts grating fall open.

We'll be a God and Goddess

Who murder their children.

I'll plant gilded stepping stones

And cross them with you.

Where you tell me a staircase

For us to ascend and descend

To a room where

No words are ever spoken.


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