Letter – 15 October 2011

Beloved,

I’m in tatters. My breath boughs, resigns and reaches for you, only to find the slopes of eternity silenced… slayed in this afternoon light.
It is obvious, without you my grief presents the cliff with an edge, where naught stands before me… I search for comfort and find only the needles of the pine, in hand, where the names of the dead bathe in the moonlight.
With each breath, I try to unlearn you, yet, how does one unlearn the concealed song flowing through their veins?

 

A

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Scarlet threads
Suiciding over regal rouged lips,
A luster shred indulgently upon your words,
Gracious coiffures dressing me
Only to undress twilight
Over a union of naked bonds.
Let this proclaim a drunk poet
Bound at last
To an increasing breath
Curved over your lips,
Suffocated by your hands,
Engraved into my warm flesh.

 

 

 

 

(c) A Hannan