Poem -

LOVE---THEN YOU DIED

Whiskey bottle
wooden splinters form the mornings floor
raven's swarm around your headless bed
making love while time counts itself backwards

then you die
and the raven no longer flies
while mournings splinters  swallow  blood red wine
hostage in nightmares crystal lane
my eyes are sold to bidders who never speak
this flesh i tear with steel and glass
inside beneath the curtains call
i drift between nights comfort and this death denied

then you die
ive searched in sand and frozen dreams
between the green and brown glass
swallowed relief that never last
slept on the earth that stars covert and dread
legends listed on walls in lakes and iron
pick fights in seasons now empty

place the whiskey glass
on the splinters surrender
i will drink its cause
while death laughs in my life given

then you died
 

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Dean Kuch

I'm partial to poems which feature that gaunt and ghastly raven from the night's plutonium shore.
Okay, Poe wrote that last part, but I really did enjoy your poem.
There is such depth of emotion on display here.
It's a bit of a melancholy musing, but that's okay.
I'm also rather fond of melancholy too.
Well penned, terry terri ZO.
~Dean Kuch
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