Heart of Hearts

The burning of this world is

inconsequential.

I only care about what happens

between yours and mine.

 

Twilight passes and your 

face changes color.

From violet and black-

to a nothing that reflects 

Me

and the wholly tattered sky. 

 

Maybe the stars are bullet wounds

and the angels run a cartel

selling heaven dust.

 

Whatever it is

I’m not too sure I care.

Because you’re bleeding and

that means I drop

Everything.

 

If you stop it all on your own

it’s ok.

It just means you don’t 

need me. 

Did you ever?

I think it was the other way

around the bend. 

 

This world is burning down

and I care.

I can’t lie to you anymore

about fireflies and mason jars

and things that gave us joy.

I care. I care. I care.

But in the end

when it’s just us

I’d still pick you over everything.

It can burn.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poetry dear Anna.
"I care. I care. I care.
But in the end
when it’s just us
I’d still pick you over everything."
the above lines could stand alone and I could write a epic poem from. When someone excite our mind and our body. We are addicted. Thank you dear poet for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
It can burn.

[Delmar Cooper]

Are you not ashamed to be so passionate? Do you not know the poets of today find such things unfashionable? Do you think anyone can wear vintage lace and satin that clings just so? So out of vogue.