"From the racks to the stacks to the best on wax......"
This poem of yours just rings with heartfelt emotion... it's a heart-breaker alright!(And jam-packed with lots of fruity goodness too!)
I've read this before, I remember it. I don't know if I commented, though. I like it awfully well. It all just seems so sweet and doomed.
Beautiful and sad at the same time.
Haunting, beautiful and sad. I do like these lines : Your perfect heart like an egg, colored for easterFragile, painted upon rooster lips with a touch of fuzzSpeaking tirelessly of making love under the trestle
"when the stars were just stars"You've packed plenty into this!K
This breaks my heart! Strong work!
this reads like a conversation of outlaw lovers. the kind who didn't really ever mean to do bad things, but somehow fell into it out of desperation and an acute lack of options. the kind that hold onto each other at night like the plumbline of the universe depended on it. the rhythmic murmur of prophesy, like the words of a carnival gypsy, that run through this elevate it to the mythic, and the outcast lovers are transfigured. immortal. goddam beautiful.