in faint heartbeats and palpable sighs
with the weight of only a feather
and the lengths of the skies
i’ve bared my soul
to watch it thrive
like the sweetest fruit
that grows on vines
i’ve always known love: a messy explosion!
it is ruptured skins and oozing flesh
tearing away at the graceful steps
of the fluid dancer’s choreography.
chewed up! the limbs are left
a clumsy entanglement
a lover’s regret
the skin is bitter
it tastes of wine
helps the lover forget –
the loved is not divine.