Love Poem
Wednesday 16 July 2008
Love poems are very dark, and best left unheard.
Changing,
like blood spilled warm
onto cooling stones;
leaves that assume
slow rainbows of
dying
They break the bones of every single word.
Love poems are very dark, and best left unheard.
Changing,
like blood spilled warm
onto cooling stones;
leaves that assume
slow rainbows of
dying
They break the bones of every single word.