Beneath the Violent Weight

by PunkyThespian - Libra

In the afternoon
We speak softly of the
queen of open wounds

We walk from the house
to the river
And you name flowers 
We find along the way

You look past lorca's bones
to the beauty of his soul
and ask why I can't
do the same

I have heard this before
this bitter desperation
but never beneath
the beautiful weight of a
late June sky

I have listened to you 
long enough to learn to 
doubt myself
long enough to belive in
the holiness of the burning house
and there is between us
a wall neither one
will admit

Fear is the 
next step after dorrow
and beyond that
there is only desert

It's here 
that we will finally
look at eachother and
not be blind

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2002-02-13 02:09:15
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:48
Poem ID: 67434

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