Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Bath




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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