Contemporary Feel

Posted: November 14, 2012 in Uncategorized
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kiss her salty forehead

eyelashes smell like burnt toast

from the fierceness of tears

caught by angers inferno,

locomotive aorta

flicking beating faster,

then my hand stroking hers,

universe questioned in hazel,

my lamp lit blue wait

to respond,

i feel as blank as the sky

a traveler without path,

kisses no more unfurled

she pulled back,

the other hand drenched

in bitter spray of words,

before leaving,

i am a man with means

to render and isolate anger

to a pile of dust

this house she burned in

exhausted now slowly rotting

i loathed to take her in

moving amongst  my things

leaving her touch

on every waking

and sleep


  1. `locomotive aorta’ Can’t get that image out of my head!

  2. nnekaayana says:

    love the collection of phrases, the words are nearly tangible.

  3. shazarain786 says:

    Reblogged this on shazarain786 and commented:
    shaz likes this.

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