SpeculumA Poem by Lissy
I won't abandon our ritual.
We have a history to toast, simple as pulp. We are beyond smoke and mirrors, the foggy glass where we first met when our bond was just a leaky nostril. I can't breathe without you, your crescendo implacable. You sit like an IV bag in the back of my throat, a slow drip administering medicine, watering the bulb. I only meant to toe the circumference no bathe in your reflection, tread upon the pane of Lethe. Touche - I've been shellacked. © 2011 Lissy |
Stats
75 Views
Added on October 22, 2011 Last Updated on October 22, 2011 Author
|