paradox

If I stomp my feet really loud, will anyone hear me?

I am the sound of one hand clapping
Of cold ice burning
in a freezing pool of fire
still but turning
in that lonely place
of love's lost labour
and silken bloody lace

a bucket of water
pours on my chest
tearing the life
straight from my breast
it drowns my heart
which cries in pain
how it never wants to part

 

Melissa Babyak (c) 2003