Friday, 19 August 2011

His body iron me cold ~ skin to wall
swollowing his cigarette ash whisky gin

above his engine noise ~ city seagull calling the sea
I remember I once had wings

and then I fly
my heart broken open

blood on the floor
salt tears for this earth

2 comments:

Amber said...

Wonderfully moving. Really touched me in a deep place and echoes my own feelings at the moment. X

Silver Fox said...

Thank you Amber too. xxx