Monday, February 13, 2012

Sour Love

I didn’t know
how to fall out of bed
everything she said
made my eyes drift away.


And I felt like a folded paper
that was read too many times
creased with all these edges
smudged....
with nothing left to say.


Now she tastes like sour love
red lips of wine and vinegar
poured.... into our bed of salt
she blames me
so she doesn’t have to blame herself.


I didn’t know
how to fall out of bed
everything she said
made my eyes drift away.


And I felt like a folded paper
that couldn’t -
fly away.

2 comments:

  1. Touching and wonderful. Just love it.

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  2. I like the last stanza--the way it starts off like the second, but end on a note of resignation. Good work!

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