Monday, November 10, 2008

Ireland


The bitter taste
of you and me together
has melted, its aroma singing aloof
disgusted in a cup of spilling sorrow.

You lay there cocooned
on a parched rag of earth
baited like an archaic mermaid
gleaming in hope and butterfly skin
with shreds of bones
and a tattered trousseau squirming
under sulfurous sunlight you curse
with lipstick laden lips chewed in ire.

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