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
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
posted by pomegranate queen at 10/04/2008
5 Comments:
This is really beautiful. I love your work.
"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.
word.
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.
yep.
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