Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Bath

Here

 

 

I wash my heart and head of you

 

 

The liquid streams over my organs

 

 

and bathes them, taking away the sting like an anesthetic

 

 

paralyzing and muting the nerves

 

 

I rinse away the pain

 

 

watching the pristine water become sullied

 

 

with pieces of us

 

 

the dirty used rotted remnants

 

 

The soil of your criticism

 

 

and my resentment

 

 

leaving behind the pristine we that once was

 

 

not so long ago

 

 

The we that was open and trusting

 

 

loving with reckless abandon

 

 

and wanton desire

 

 

leaving every memory alive

 

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