Uneven

This is simple and your insults fling and stick like runny earth.
And I imagine us, if I could turn away from now-life.
There would be days lost in sheets and throwing them off
I’m moving above you like a phoenix.
Watching your face as you gasp and grab…
mould at me, I can almost feel what you would.
There would be babies, tiny and pink -and mouths,
open and gaping and pulling at me.
You would fall and fall as I lay my hands
…bent my mind around you.

Uneven

childbride

Joined December 2007

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I wrote this well into a bottle of merlot. Forgive!

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