You know it well that feeling,
hating that you’re leaving.
You’ve GOT to go.
First your inhaled breath teases your lungs, not to be regained
till an ever so minute enlightened spark enflames
your tingling nerves endings.
The ach is unbearable as jealous hands squeeze tight your heart
They the same killers and spillers of poison from cupids dart.
The poison effective, your mouth now dry your tears begin to swell
“Come on run., run. Get out of this hell!”
Torn in two,
Your heart drips its painted red soul to you
Down breast and stomach and loins and leg
to smudge furtively in a hugging puddle round your feet
as sly knowing eyes watch you crumple in a heap.
Your bosom now fully erect and bled
You feel naked as you turned on your heels and fled.
No words no pictures to lighten the mind
None come from them in the column of kind.
Don’t lie on the floor and cry
as the onlookers laugh their final goodbye
Scoop up your soul and drink it in, whisper your sweet breath
Don’t let the ringers bell partner you with death.
Stroke your hair, your cheek and your thigh listen as you gladly sigh.
Curl up small just for tonight as butterflies dawn is now in sight.