Still born


Hand in my eyes

Tearing the salt of my mother

Where the apples bleed


You taste my diamonds

Cast out by glass harpies



In the poppy anguish

Retelling the drip of ecstasy

You made the dawn creep in


With claws

Without the velvet of gloves


Somewhere between

Your oasis

And my feed

The owl’s retreat

We marked their distance

In milk

And the tears she gave me

Made me weep




~ by londonsurrealistgroup on June 5, 2007.

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