Friday, April 24, 2009

how many bites do I take?

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I don't care what others say
they think that Love is like
to me its like a setting sun
yellowy, orangey, light

slowly, silently
melting away
behind horizon lines

throwing away
what we are inside

a scarf unraveled
a bone picked bare
a blossom without petals
a soundless song
a kiss thats wrong
my soft skin across your nettles

some think love is like a drug.
more like a disease.
picking at my insides

pressure. no release.

there's beauty in it somewhere
i just haven't gotten there

i guess that snow white bit the apple
before she could wake up

I guess that I'm
just wondering
how many bites it took.

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1 comment:

  1. Another fabu poem. I'm publishing yours and Rachel's into a book.