I have bartered peace
for a memory of you
and now it wishes me
to put to sleep every thought of you.
I managed a lullaby but
it reads a poem for heartburns.
I wish I had a word for the moment
when skin shed crackles on the desert sand.
I wish I had a word for the moment
when coal instead of blood pumps in my vein.
I wish I had a word for the moment
when heat snivels up my nostrils, melts my brain.
I wish I had a word for the moment
when your silence pours down my gullet as acid rain.
I wish I could barter again
peace for a moment
where our eyes meet and
a sweetness lingers between them.
3 comments:
those first two lines are...
possibly the best begining to a poem I have experienced, at lest to recent memory. Glad to see you putting up some new stuff.
I love the imagery you've used to depict pain. Especially 'skin shed crackles on the desert sand'...dats my favourite line.
I visited your blog for the first time by the way and im very impressed. keep up the good work mate.
Sir,
i love how you break out of tone at the end, makes the sweetness that much softer against the previous lines
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