Beside you, I'm trapped in
A dance of glass and vein-blue paint.
Your poetry becomes
Something I look through, to find
All the beauty we've left behind
Is full as lungs,
Caked in coal-rust and diamond-dust.
You try to smile-- I see
No face but scars oozing with glitter.
My tongue drags you to something sharp--
Like the hilt of a sword.
I cannot heal what you won't ignore.
The bills pile into an ink-lipped Sphinx.
We keep on--
I'll paint the mangled hearts
Of a hundred burnt tomorrows.
Your glass-limbed voice won't be heard
Till I'm dead,
When tomorrow becomes the breath of every word
You never said.
YOU ARE READING
Animal Emotion
PoetryThese are my poems about animals, with some about the human animal. Some of these have been published in local journals. Previously published poems: "Close-Up With a Giraffe" "The Blue Heron" "The Baby Bunny" "Tired Hearts" ...
