Man- -love is of the heart.
In the passing of days
she finds herself gaping- -
open wounds gaping wide.
Your kindest face
can’t stop the darkness
from bleeding in her dreams.
A falling love jumps quickly
- -you let her fall.
Your head lies to your heart.
Man- -your twisted knots of affection
draw crimson in sobs- -listen.
You can’t mend a wounded bird
left unattended on your sill
in the chill of a storm.
Your turning away from love
is a human thing- -rise above.
A broken-hearted bird falls quickly.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
