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.