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A letter to an ex boyfriend who I cared deeply for.../:

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I smell of blood, my fingers

as quick, an ark made

by wings. They cry

and are stars. It is not that I do not know

 

what they are after,

but that I do.

 

            Androgyny is an ugly word for pretty things,

            childlike, concave, bony pretty bows

            tied at bony pretty cheeks

            as reluctant as an angel

            and smooth as a tender leaf. The feather

            of sex has blown away, in pretense

 

but left us with a sick sense of regret. In Heaven

do we love people as on Earth? Impregnable,

potent, without a cause. Then, an end

as sudden as the sunlit strikes

of reed on reed in the battered field

of love. Is this there an end-all-solve-all?

It couldn’t be, that is too much purple and not enough

 

death, The butterfly loops a gap about

my skull in shame.

I have your blood on my hands,

it is your blood I am knowing.

Author's Note

I need help revising this. In general. Hahh.

Reviews

[Kenny L. Mitchell]

I like this. You are using the gift of expression to convey what is in your heart. Which (to my humble opinion) what art should be about. This is very interesting. Impressive!