this heart starved.

May 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

before you,
this heart starved.
stumbled in and out of a maze of destitute feelings dazed and
was always whole but was always hole,
cup without a drink to hold
and then your eyes opened on me
and opened my chest and planted a river of poems that flows fierce
and carries two souls off the edge of the earth
and under the look of a moon of bronze
I hand you this heart and you planted a feast of poems that grows
more entangled every time your mouth says my name
in a way that dresses my wounds and
makes the letters buckle
you planted an itch I resist scratching I want it to grow
before you my heart starves
and drown my cup in you

 

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