Soaring flush of love’s first spark
Enlightened rising joy-filled soul
The wait is over, time ticks sweetly
Rapturous pleasure comes in waves
Give of all, there is no holding
Back those feelings surfaced here
Truly Venus shines on our love
but only one face feels her smile
Somethings heavy, stifled breathing
Gnawing questions on lips unanswered
Heaving sickness stomach churning
Visceral flush from dawning light
Bittersweet comes nowhere near it
Living death is close to truth
you dont know ’til you’ve witnessed
Deepest tears don’t change this love
The softest wet touch of silken skin
Barbed wire dragged through torn flesh
Light fingers stroke tender cheek
Vulture claws grasp deep in guts
Sweet spring symphony of gentle music
Vomit coughing retch of gasping death
Heart beating faster spurred with desire
Lungs wrenched bubbling through splintered ribs
Scented breeze of rose and jasmine
Putrid stench of rotting flesh
Lavender rows with blossomed apricot
Skeletal fingers, blackened stumps
Here to die a death so tragic. Gutted.
No one cares to the dying fool
Emotions wrack that ruined human
hung and quartered on loves scaffold bare
You just gut me, tear my heart out
No pleading changes sympathy or thought
A worthless piece of human detritus
left to rot in the gutter of love
Copyright © 2009 Roger Grice – all rights reserved
