Lay me down on the cold grey stone
and grasp my love to feel less alone
my leaden soul brittles, splinters then breaks
beneath the weight of your heart that aches
Fuck amongst death and in its' place
we create a new life within this space
time does not stop, fused blood will run
to drip on the clouds of setting sun
Katy Hughes 2012
From the cold grey stone to the clouds of setting sun - - - you just finshed the whole poem off so well.
different voice in the second stanza for me here, but i think it works still and two stanzas is about the right length on it.
i particularly like 'my leaden soul brittles, splinters then breaks' but it's a excellent piece.
good stuff
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Yvonne Brunton
Fri 17th Aug 2012 19:47
great!