already without flowers; the heart is a lonely hunter

dear Rose

The map between the dress and her voice exposed
Her hopes
Even more

Heavy with secrets
Eating trapped truths
Adorned around her neckline
Rearranging their order with a sharp noise
Ticking like a clock

She redraws the map

At her back, a lion and its prey

Lost between the river and the sea
On her chest
Nettles and thorns form a perfect labyrinth
Embroidered in white
Light as bones
You bury her this way

Here where the river becomes a salty wound
Underneath the limits of language
No one can no longer light
The torch that illuminates the ritual
Ending with you,

Poetry by EmelÚn The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-05-30 at 23:55

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Your work is so beautiful I salute you:)

Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Sensations of sadness woven through the sweetness of words.