Love Is Dead Poem by Brian Hinckley

Love Is Dead



Artistic brain-drain
occurring after loss-
when words fail and wither
on parched, broken lips.
Not knowing self from Self,
bouncing from warm bed to warm body-
Loss of identity and direction.
Wandering, wondering-
wishing on a shooting star, but
the stars above are ghosts long dead.

Artistic suffocation
occurring during rapture-
two bodies entwined;
legs, arms, hearts, all broken and
remade, though easily broken again.
Lost in a kiss, embrace; drowning in
raw lust, all stale and purple-
writhing under the dead dead stars.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
januel l 18 October 2009

this is wonderful, i love how it flows

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Brian Hinckley

Brian Hinckley

Buffalo, New York
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