The flower opens its petals
and a fire begins
deep within the navel
the blood drop is
always three dimensional
and opaque
not letting me see
beyond
your eyes are blood shot
and you say
I have been awake since
godawefull days
my tongue peeps out
as a drop oozes out of
my thumb
I am no longer a
child
who will
suck the hurt away
The fire still burns within the
navel
your eyes stoke them
ever so slowly
I sway back and forth
learning the lines
by heart
and I find that I can not
memorise
love
nor passion
that the flower wilts
as my memory fails
I look for a nail to hang my
memory
to learn to tie knots
to remind me
and unlearn thousand other
trivial things
that will help me
learn love
once more
2 comments:
Very nice -
Lyrical and beautiful....looking forward to more works of yours
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