cracked hands

the lovers they sway

delicate in harsh bony times.

deep breaths and the strech of tangled limbs,

your skin cast white in the afternoon rays.

the lonely hours are all spent

waking in the dark.

i can see the lights of a city night,

and i sleep under summer pines,

and fill my head with hopes that you'll stay.

i brought a blanket,

and a pistol, just in case.

Reviews

[Lola Nation]

hah! i love it. I had a boyfriend give me that speech on how he was willing to set me free and if I didn't come back, well, then he'd just have to hunt me down and kill me. (he's in jail now) but really, this is clever and even without the quippy end - lovely...

[Pema Dorje]

a twist of fated pining at the end of a barrel with echoes of a focal infection manifesting as a Love interest; a singular wit inside of it! write on ...