Beads and bracelets
across my wrists,
to keep from tracing the blue veins red...
n i etch across my heart in red ink..........
n lay myself on the page............
burning on the alter of love
my heart stands
blackened and charred.
n i sit before it with balled up fists
until the anger becomes
a cocoon...
n the heavy sadness emerges,
spreading its wings,
isint tragedy beautifull my romeo.
where underneth the blue n velvet sky
i first gave myself to you.....
and love grew bold and unafraid beneth
our kiss,
blossoming so real you could smell it.........
but now my love the cold winter has come...
n the flowers are frozen
petals breaking like glass beneth my touch
n me not knowing what to do
set this my heart on fire..
n hopes it will thaw
what i cannot......................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem