in my remembrance of you
a sea of things is lost, yet
lingering at eye corners,
between minute skin fissures,
along lithe lifey threads,
elusive of varnished smiles
and calloused half-hearts,
there stands a whole, articulate
language of you meant to escape
my grasping, sweltered lips.
de-vowelled and unveiled,
a clatter of fallen sticks,
dispersed far and wide
shouts our own dismantled
runic spasms, jabbering.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A magnificent,compact,unraveling of the paradoxical nature of the ‘language’ of love.
Thank you for the kind words.
Poignant and powerful!!!
Much appreciated!