late confession

the damage is in the bones

out of too much
heart

and the many life
times killing dreams

we are no match for no rules
it hurts.

keeper of moments

knowing it was naked
and possible

but not in any way just to let you love me so bravely

Reviews

[Insight "MH"]

When pain find its way to the bone, there is no way going back to norm.

Thank you for sharing this well written piece.


Insight.

[Neville]

Another splendid write....I must confess, I love the line 'keeper of moments'....All Good Things, N

[caesarkreshen]

I think you are like me in that the reader feels they are being talked to, sometimes. I've always wondered what that felt like, to feel as though a poem is a secret message.

Of course once must have guilt to feel that way.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love goes right to the bone...and that is as naked an acceptance and embracing of it as is possible.

deeply emotional poem...and the poet is the "keeper of moments"---

[Tomi]

Love is indeed deep. Great stuff

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Love should have no exceptions or stipulations, I we often forget that until it is too late.