You Heal My Wounds
My poetry is lost;
For mere words are not enough,
to express your true meaning to me.
In you I see the staff of life itself,
so full of fruits
of every flavour,
dreams of ever colour,
scents to tantalise
and mesmerise my fractured heart,
until I am so struck
by the love
that flows from you
through my long hardened arteries
that I succumb in silent tears.
You surge through weeping veins
to congeal the life that spilt from me
upon cold slabs of concrete hate
and stop the leaking of my life
to hell
and the torture of my soul.
11/02/13