Thursday, August 16, 2007


Pollen on your petals, Honey on your lips, Bumble Bee kisses, Butterfly winks, Rays of tingles like pins and needles embracing your smile to mine, The love you forgot to return, My broken belief, burns. On the floor through the glass door, I see you move so slowly, embraced with another man in my place, another one of your faces, I shudder, silently scream, snow melts and blizzards fog my mind, the wife you were, the wife you were supposed to be, Our love now dispersing in front of me, the cold bath and blinkless stare, all the words and whispers past your lips lie bare... I return to watch you, to pinch myself, again to silently scream... Our last dream so it seems.

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