Tuesday, May 18, 2010

D(r)ying Oceans

My heart, it bleeds..
& with every shallow breath
if there was ever anything
to make me not believe in god
then this was it
.......it never registered I wasn't supposed to love him that much

E.motionless in marbled white
& hollow hung
the vision was once so perfect
now scrawled in an unbidden logic on the lips of an alchemist

1 comment:

  1. No matter how many of your poems I read, every one is better than the last one. And they say you can't improve on perfection