Stark Distillation Poem by Dave Dunn

Wilt thou distill my bleating heart
to extract the spirit of love within?

Bottled in glass will it smell of pine
as just now it must within my breast

Take it then and rid me of its odour
soured by the heat of your betrayal

Leave me no trace to fester as I sleep, but
bury me deep that I might miss your vibrations

Consider only that which takes your pleasure
up a notch more than it ever found before

One last wish is all I can leave for you now
that another will come to bless thee alike

(c) Rhumour
July 24th 2009