lead between the sheets

there is glass on the floor
in the shapes of hearts and hours
spent talking to ghosts.
when she rewrote the meaning
of beautiful.

and I can't say
I planned things to be this way.

There was a moment
of violin strings held taut
between her vocal cords
and my own; when we spoke
of breakdowns and the innocence
of voice.

this is the meaning of teasing divinity
and god rarely
has a sense of humor

our fingerprints
mingling on the crystal ashtray
shattered as it flew;
airborne
the thoughts of the Wright brothers
were keeping time

She knows how to drape heartache
with the taste of softly spoken trembles
like convulsions;

we sleep,
as strangers now
with loaded guns.

• On Monday, March 3, 2008, wilted (358) wrote:
  
  Beautiful. Especially "this is the meaning of teasing divinity." Clever, thoughtful, and wonderful.
  
  
• On Monday, March 3, 2008, Aunty Depressant (549) wrote:
  
  Yow. How the tides of love turn. A sense of remorse and finality.
  
  
• On Monday, March 3, 2008, Sinnocence (53) wrote:
  
  this one struck a chord with me. that rarely happens unless i can truly feel i relate to it under my own interpretation.
  
  
• On Monday, March 3, 2008, LadyMalice (21) wrote:
  
  Lovely. =)
  
  
• On Monday, March 3, 2008, Alanarchy (1483) wrote:
  
  This so elegant commentary of two people at odds is more than impressive. Write the hell on.
  
  
• On Monday, March 3, 2008, Rachel (306) wrote:
  
  You've blown me away - yet again.
  
  
• On Monday, March 3, 2008, Reefer_rave (185) wrote:
  
  painful but sublime, I love the end .. you can feel the weight of it