Keys And Heartbeats... Poem by GRANT FRASER

The best part is
is the bit you
can't get your head
around,
until your foiled still
in the afterglow of what
it should have been, or isnt?

with a heart pressed
neatly against the used
parts of her invisible body,

the very dignified smell comes
ever close - at such a moment...

the most alien discoveries
along the mine shaft of a nose,

redoubling with scent,

we have twisted along
slaughtered veins,
to breathe the human wool
of self furniture,

as if the mystery had prevailed,

hearts beating like thousands
apon thousands, of little red frilly
hammers,

you cannot tear away desire
like a transparent sticker,

become the hero of the puzzled
meat, throbbing in grey morning,

just a melting bud
on the mystery stilleto,

growing ever distant,
with a sharp pound!