Saturday, 12 December 2015

Only Feminine #?

its the loss and the lonely time,
no holly wine quenchedparchedtongueholy
tasting past love spent in regretting
a world gone awry, all unjusified axis
axeing ropes of fragile hopes

Yet all our hearts still beat (but for those that don't)
born of relatively free feet, wheel, wing, string

and weeping tears, all ears dears damning
a cresting wave of hurt, rotundled yon fronds
of tangle weed knowing
Un tongue

Unfurling, love.


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