Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Eros Corsicana

Sat on a curb at the edge of the street
Sat on a street at the edge of the summer
All freckles and eloquence,
She took a deep breath
And in her hands held out her heart to me
"I love you," she whispered

I plunged the dagger with every barking laugh

It was years before I understood
My heart was Corsican twin to hers
When I saw the boy who didn't laugh
And felt the stabbing pains of wounds
Unsuspected
Ancient
Self-inflicted.

2 comments:

m_o_o_nspells said...

Very nice...I've always admired your poetic heart! :o)

Lone Primate said...

I'm gratified you like it. I wrote it in the shower yesterday evening. It was either that or another chorus of "Ooooooooooooklahoma where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain..." :)