Flowers
carelessly fall from your lips
they land
on my heart
in pieces
But some....
Some I hold in my hand
caressing the petals with unfeeling fingers
not knowing if they are real,
I pull them
one by one.
I inhale deeply their sweet scent.
A seduction of life anew
drifts passed my haunted memories
making even those smell sweet.
you love me
you love me not
until nothing
is left
but stamen and pistil
as another spoken word like a flower picked,
dances on your bottom lip
threatening
to curl it's sweet scent around my neck
like a noose it chokes out
reality
until I can't hear anything
more than
a bouquet of
"I love you"
that fills me
fragile, hollow.
A vase,
wishing it were soil
to nourish
what you said.
1 comment:
Words spoken to you, for you, with you and from you. Like the lyrics of a song you cannot recall unless you sing them, these words spoken are only for your ears, none other can ever hear. These are words given to us from from the Lord.
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