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January 31, 2005
Quiet Heart
I know you understand
Why I flow out of my rims
Why my skin creases,
And why my quiet heart pants
I burried you close,
You are in the yard
Ressurecting in my sleep,
You walk the hallways,
Smiling qietly, extending the light,
While I cross the days,
Wash my hair and hum
Trees die standing
I water the plants, sing them songs,
You left the door open when you died
My blouse unbuttoned,
My breasts , your orphans
Peeking through, long for your touch
I paint the rooms
Paint my face,
Stand outside, and howl
Watching Autum leaves
Closing in on the house
Posted by Idinraha at January 31, 2005 05:02 PM
Comments
very subtle pain in this one...tender and open, painting memories upon the walls. giving me chills. the last stanza is haunting...
Posted by: metalnymph at February 1, 2005 02:27 PM