Sunday, July 8, 2012

Silver Deers And Ruined Memories

Sweeping across two fields one placid lake
Rage comes fearlessly
Forgetting places times
Settling in nooks lost
My memory reaches out for her

Painfully chews unnecessary vowels
Making her whole again and me.
Rages uncouthly, drooling musically
She returns again again again and
Returns us to the same glistening
Ball of swirling hot glass
Suffocated by longing.