De Frustratie Neurose
De Frustratie Neurose
Let us leave.
Let us cut our way
Through the surgeries of love
And when we get hurt
We can just nurse the failures.
Within thick stitches
There is the healing of pleasure
We are safe for now
From time's gradual grip
Because out time cannot be measured.
Rachel Bond
Sat 14th Nov 2009 01:21
love that first stanza.
I like the conjoured image of love within a cold and clinical hospital scene.
'a healing of pleasure' i can only assume a masochistic indulgence of picking at scabs.
I just hope the next nurse to tend my failures is a sexy one.