Wednesday 26 June 2013

Our Metaphorical Hearts

Our metaphorical hearts are spectacular.
They can take so many beatings
and still keep beating,
against the walls,
demanding life and love
and blood
and blood
and blood.
(sacrifice)
Such spectacular,
beating,
bleeding
creatures.

They reform
reshape
remake.
And we continue to offer our sacrifices.
Blood sacrifices.

We build something new
out of the ashes of every
burning heartache.

Our metaphorical hearts
are simultaneously stronger
and more vulnerable
than anything else in this terrible world.

Demanding blood,
pumping love,
beating back against the breaks.
Against the heartaches.



Wednesday 19 June 2013

A Smart Woman

I am not a strong woman.
Like crystal, so easily shattered.
I'm not much more than human.
I'm beginning to see a pattern.

I give,
they take.
I love,
they break.
My heart,
their hands.
My seed,
their land.

I am not a smart woman.
Like a child, I keep on returning
to that terrible feeling, always looming,
of my heart, always breaking,
always burning.



Tuesday 11 June 2013

Bed

It's always more difficult
to fall asleep alone
when I've had you near
for a few nights' time.

Your steady breathing
drowns out my mind,
and your heat on my back
is greater comfort than
any nightlight.

The dark is loud
in my head after you leave.
And my bed just doesn't
feel right.