for the pin dropping
so long here dwelling,
measuring love in teaspoons,
guzzling empty glasses,
savouring flavours barely
lingering on my tongue.
The thorns are waning,
but I can still feel the bruises
swelling in my chest
your lies like litter in
my pulse, rushing through
me like a greyhound on
the track and
is this life?
or just the taste of your fleeting heartbeat?
10 thoughts on “fleeting”
Beautiful, hope your bruises will be gone soon…
Thank you, Anarette
I love the mouth feel of this poem. You should make a recording of you, or someone saying it. It would be amazing, just like the poem. (Did I make sense? I’m not sure I did. Sorry.)
I have thought about giving that a try for a few of my poems, actually!
wow,, you are an amazing poet, you always take my breath away with your words 🙂
Thank you so much 😊 that really means a lot
Stunningly beautiful; even if it is born from pain.