Oct 4, 2008

Articulating Absence

Her heart is going to explode, she says. That's how bad she misses her lover. I picture chunks of magenta strewn all over my kitchen walls. Dripping thick. Flesh scent love. Would you like more tea, I ask.


What's longing if it doesn't grate your skin?


my palms kiss pavement,
drag me bare across miles of
absence. skin rips raw


Blogger Journey_Wmn said...

This is really beautiful. I love your work.

12:41 AM  
Blogger kompoStella said...

"What's longing if it doesn't grate your skin?"
i've had a terrible image in my head for years now; the way i miss my love is very close to these terrible/beautiful words of yours.

3:59 PM  
Blogger Shirin said...


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Anonymous Jul said...

I loved this...it's totally raw. There is an erotic connection between lifeblood and pain that, although I don't know if I'd explore it, is definitely there. Great capture.

Should you ever need a laugh, my blog is far more superficial, but should at least offer you that.

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