When Love Is Merely Mortal.

 

When Love Is Merely Mortal.

 ©-MFB III 

 

Watch as I deteriorate,

into a living corpse,
disassembling from

love's denial.


My hair an extension

of my disarray,
my two lips

now a Sahara
without the oasis

of your kiss.


Eyes vacant like Poe
wandering the

alleys of Baltimore.


Stenos-is of the

spine bends me in grief,
your arms no longer

hold me up,
I grasp only air

and suffocate

without you.


My heart is an

echoing chamber
where youe last words

bounce endlessly.


My soul an empty

hope in my chest,
my legs have no

desire to carry me
anywhere once

shared with you.


So I lie in repose,

on a half rumpled bed,
reliving what is

now dead to me.


Only you are

my antidote,
to staunch the

bitter tears,

the apathy,
but your heart

is a vessel drained
by my inconsiderate

gluttonous thirst.

 

 

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A Thimble Full Of Soul-lutions.

©-MFB III 

    Love is simply
a stitch in the
fabric of time.
A tiny thread
of hope in a
lonely world

Joining two in a
pattern of joy.

After the strings
of past relationships
are severed.

If a tight knot
is formed at
the beginning,
it secures
tailor-made dreams
into reality.

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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Ah- for an antidote!

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