
Here where the heart
is still raw and bleeds
where my polished and filed
fingernails are stained
with smokey black ink,
the texture of my words
run like river water tripping
over exposed muddy rocks
I have no desire to control
my rapidly beating carnate pulse
nor the inundation of electrical current
running across the untainted page
as my teeth bite into
the sweet nectar known
as creating poetic threads
which lace their way
back to you
always to you
to bind across your soul
as a token of my love



















Comments: 42
Thanks for sharing and submitting to
The Surreal Circus.
Thank you, dear friend of mine.
I am going to Feature this along the wall Bleeding, Smoky Hearts are Suave in the Triple Name Club.
Thank you so much for the feature! This poem flew off my fingertips today and I really felt good about it. A nice positive burst of energy!
Thank you, Kathryn, for moderating for me this week-end. Although our B&B was quite wonderful, we had no wi-fi. Would you believe, at one time, our B&B was inhabited by Daphne du Maurier. All the rooms had names from her books....Jamaica, Rebecca, etc.
Thank you for your comment, Kevin.
Thanks for sharing with Gather’s Best Writers & Artists.
So glad you liked the poem and I hope all is well with you and yours.
And Barbara - your comment/compliment is extremely meaningful to me. To inspire and be inspired by other poets/writers is one of the most beautiful things ever. Thank you.