Our Duet
Together, in perfect measure
sinewed trees flailing,
skeletal
we were willows.
Out of love, in love,
lip stained saliva scars
glowed in heat.
Two, a duet
we sang our song.
Hands pressed the keys
of your ribs,
dragged down
slight bite of nail
we played
an entire orchestra.
Together, in perfect measure
we made a heroic couplet.
Ann Foxglove
Sun 25th Apr 2010 18:14
As usual, I like your stuff! x