deadly gifts

my bet is

that he and i still share

the same dreams

of thailand’s sweetest gift:

fields swaying red

in the breeze

diluting us down to

zero…

it bites into our sides

for attention

spreads us naked

on dirty sheets

begs us for mercy

with each probe and stroke…

 oblivion’s  gates of iron

open

beckoning to us

with silent screams

 and whispers

in the night

just a little, just a taste

its our poison

his and mine

it feeds on our weakness

sneaks in when longing

and relief cries out

for a necessary distraction..

our lust for poppy-fire

and its smallish

more available

oval flames

will kill the pain

perhaps its key

to salvaging the art

while it

murders us

in the process…

Advertisements

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
This entry was posted in poetry/poesy. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s