Thursday, April 21, 2016

when I die

you'll miss the loving

and all the good times

but you won't miss

the circumstances

that rubbed us raw as scrapes

on the arm of a starfish

so it will be

so much love and hate

pulling us with centrifugal force

into spasms of dark ecstasies

wilting us in the living sea's foam

so much love and hate knotted tight

in one tarnished vow

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

No comments: