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.



2011



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