may we rest in peace some sot filled fingernails scratch the surface of Love unchecked, or an apathy towards a spreading cancer: this boy, digging splinters beneath his fingers, mixing blood and earth, or maybe passion and pity, while he tries to recall, the memory of his lovers lips, a tenderness so soft, he cannot hold on to the feeling… without the worms…without the maggots- stealing away the depth from her irises, those Edenous portals now portals to some Greater End, that never ends, and promises a forever, he didn’t think could come so soon. M. L. Michael 08-16-05
May we rest in peacce
some sot filled fingernails scratch the surface
of Love unchecked, or an apathy towards a spreading
cancer: this boy, digging splinters beneath his fingers,<br?
mixing blood and earth, or maybe passion and pity,
while he tries to recall, the memory of his lovers lips,
a tenderness so soft, he cannot hold on to the feeling..[…]
Every Breath Poetic 