Friday, May 12, 2006

the lover

your mouth is a cathedral -
i want to pray in you forever!

she looked at him
carefully
from the eiderdown,
and wondered why
the biggest bastards
had
the best lines.

5 comments:

Tom said...

lover/ bastard/ devil
pan/
hunter
quarry/ fright
end
road leads dark
the penultimate,
smiling;
prayer

P'tit Boo said...

i've got you in my feed.
:)

suze said...

ha ha ha so true. We've all been there sweets. Thanks for your lovely comments - nice to have you back.

Meg said...

Oh to write half as lovely as you! My heart grew quick reading the Scene. So good. I love the way you break your lines and your simplistic yet original images that bring a sense of organic beauty to the poem.
Fuck that sound so pretentious, but I really mean it.
Keep writing

Gelsinger said...

I like it.

What about striking the first and the two alls:

she looked at him
carefully
from the eiderdown,
wondered why
the biggest bastards
had
the best lines.

?