Sunday, September 30, 2012


I made a heart warmer.
It burrowed, clung and made itself at home.
the colour of your eyes lived in the left ventricle, 
the shape of your nose, your jaw line
the softness of your hair in the rooms.
Your shoulders and arms pumped the valves, 
your thumb, the thighs, belly, 
the smell of your cock occupied the veins.
unravel me, you said, only you can,
I pull at the strings of the knit  
a heap of nothing emerges   
black scratches on paper 
like the nothing you wanted to feel while you kissed me.
undone, my heart breathes deep, awaiting winter days
fresh, unwrapped, 
burnt to crisps no more along the edges
where you lived.

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