I wonder:
Can you hear it?
The sigh,
a snap....
beats?
It breaks, you know.
Faster and faster it thumps
and it often simply stops to listen
to your delicious voice,
holding its liquid breath.
But you should listen closer, dear.
It hums and sinks, battered.
I'm bared and bleeding
and beating.
There are tiny, almost silent
pits and patters
like baby's feet on the oak floor.
It begs to be sought and captured
only to plead for release.
5 years ago
1 comment:
I like this very much too, particularly, "it hums and sinks, battered". It works wonderfully with the consonance in the next line. Great flow.
However, the ending seems a bit too cut-off. As if there should be something more. Perhaps it's just me?
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