This is just another love poem.
tonight, what's worse
yesterday and the day before,
like horses and dreams
you run wild in my heart
not trying to tame you
only come back around
someday,
if I feel I've lost you
maybe it's only myself
that's lost
within your Roma eyes
of blue and brown,
don't leave,
our love
is like a promise
on a string
on violin or bass
easily broken
easier bent,
messed mascara
is all I show,
I won't give myself away
so easily next time,
leaping from this bridge
stuck between today
and tomorrow
do you hear the idle threat?
it's not idle
I'm perfectly serious
not much reason to live
right now
at this moment,
with memories which
haven't happened yet
and horrors that have
if I promise not to lay a hand
on you will you let me
touch you,
one of us speaks the language
of violence
the other in tongues
of madness
and love a something foreign
we try to utter
but have yet to learn,
a heart
crushed underfoot
bleeds still.
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-02-01 at 00:35
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(For Happy)on a night when God must surely hate me.
So, you don't showtonight, what's worse
yesterday and the day before,
like horses and dreams
you run wild in my heart
not trying to tame you
only come back around
someday,
if I feel I've lost you
maybe it's only myself
that's lost
within your Roma eyes
of blue and brown,
don't leave,
our love
is like a promise
on a string
on violin or bass
easily broken
easier bent,
messed mascara
is all I show,
I won't give myself away
so easily next time,
leaping from this bridge
stuck between today
and tomorrow
do you hear the idle threat?
it's not idle
I'm perfectly serious
not much reason to live
right now
at this moment,
with memories which
haven't happened yet
and horrors that have
if I promise not to lay a hand
on you will you let me
touch you,
one of us speaks the language
of violence
the other in tongues
of madness
and love a something foreign
we try to utter
but have yet to learn,
a heart
crushed underfoot
bleeds still.
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 760 times
Written on 2007-02-01 at 00:35
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