April Kremens


Deep dark man
holding on
to haunting music
the unchilled parts
of the soul.
Currents move-
Viscous emotion
thudding faster
the beats
of a pained heart-
warmed molasses.

It is not glue
holding us
but love
fluid, flowing love.

Deep dark man
holds onto
the loneliness
inside the music.

I hold onto
the deep,
the dark,
the loneliness
inside that man.

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 2, 2009

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  • Kerry O'Connor (10/2/2009 2:17:00 PM)

    Beautifully written, so expressive of commitment, worded with true poetic skill.

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