The Fall Poem by Pauline Levesque

As soon as the sound escapes, there is poison at the end of your tongue.

Protected by my allusions and fantasy’s, you are always perfect in love and acceptance.

Your voice is smooth with exotic tones and blends of warm breezes but cold and isolating when winter storms your soul.

Violence of words I have brought on to myself….

Difficult to understand, moods shift as the waters of my heart…

You must find me captivating …. elusive…exasperating ….unable to net a butterfly that won’t stay still…constantly changing, , , , cocooning and changing again….



The fish and twins entwine…in love always unsure….

Reaching for your hand …such strong hands, will, heart…..pulling me back until the time they won’t.

When I finally lose my footing and slip threw your hands and fall ….break my heart, my bones… Scream as I may, my voice raped and raw…there is no peace here.



Taste of blood on my lips….



There is a hell and I am having dinner in the hall of frustration, want and desire.