Ground Zero.

(new york, new york.) you are here in whole or I will eat you alive.

brave in a New world and I stopped--

drawn to graves, tripping across bitter stones.

 

felt lonely, the ache of a missing piece

drawn here because perhaps

like me, the graveyard seemed out of place:

hallowed ground in hollow city.

 

and in the cathedral I pulled my it from under my shirt

venetian glass with gold, caught on slim silver,

the hanging heart.

 

 but to mark you as mine

the pomegranate.

rebirth.

your dull copper chain.

so I say “you can always redefine yourself. we will start over.”

I whisper “you will never leave” into lungs and heart and brain.

 

now all I see is red,

small red fruit

hanging to tempt me.

I want to steal with my mouth and swallow it

before I am noticed.

 

under your shirt, in knots, askew.

smart move, curtis.

I am already imagining how the stone would feel,

cool between my lips and round and perfect

I nip at it but can never will myself to break the chain.

 

We’re Chained.

Reviews

[ATG]

A fairly well written and interesting poem. I rather liked this particular line. "hallowed ground in hollow city" That has a nice ring to it.

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~ hahahahaha... what a beautiful piece of heart, soul, magic and poetry of course... i'm thrilled to bits... this poem snared me before i could blink... astonishing work... so sweet and so ravishing and so earnest... your little girl heart is intact and beating wildly... ~ i especially loved the "finer print" stanza... and the closing... :)

[just_teague]

Thanks serah. It seems so unlikely now, but I think I've fallen into silly little girl love. It's nice.

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~ ha! ~ i don't think there's any other kind of love... i still love my little boy blue with my little girl blue heart... and for me that's the most magical kinda love ~ and... you're very welcome... :)