The London Hours, 2012

Standard

*

following a long winter rain
tears falling on a wet
lonely bosom
.
I breath many
short and close
small, compacted
.
a vision after another
slim as a trail out
of a dark maze
.
punches, songs to my
heart, reconciled
your beauty sipping in
.
the scum dried on me
washed out, left on the
ground among dirt
.
where worms thrive

.

.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s