Matters of the Heart
Today she says to me
I think I know
How to know that
I dont love you
Anymore
Colder than door knob
She halucinates me forward
When I am close to you
I dream of being
Near him
Freight train home
With the sound
Of distant thunder
Rumbling
Through the tracks
Of my veins
And when I make love
To him
I dont dream of you
Which hit
The straw puppet
Like a bullet
To my spine
During the cheese
And wine she mumbles
I think
I dont love you anymore
She signals me
No need to whine
Get off your knees
Stop slobbering
In my dress
I think
It’s too late
To save
The broken plate
We are way passed
Much too late
And I cry
But she insists
Get off your knees
I think
There’s something
You’re unable to seize
Your lips are like marble
She says to me
Your skin
Shivers like sand
Waiting
For a wave
To strike it
Loose
And dislodge me
From it.
