Mid-day Poem

Dreams that woke me
like fresh rust
cutting through
three o'clock in the morning
harsh as a knife
through darkness and flesh
into my heart
leaving a tepid scar
now send me fleeing
running towards them
yearning
for their cruel embrace.

 

©ACG

24 May 2014

Love's hanging heavy now
but still
cleaner than my heart;
crisp
like burnt toast.

© ACG

02 May 2014