WHAT DOES YOUR LOVE FEEL LIKE?

What does your love feel like?

Is it soft and fluid
Or does it cloy on the teeth
Like a bloodied, boxer’s mouth?

Does it make the heart sick
With sweet, sweet sugarings
That spin and drip in sticky clouds
Or as dry as a vacillating savanna
Flecked with dead oases
And forgotten bone?

Is it warm and peaceful
Or does it retch
Like the last breath of a suicide?

© Mel Lampro
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ASSASSIN

a

tiny

pink

quiver

of

life

 

clings

onto it’s sanctuary

as the sleeper

seals it’s destiny

with

every

heavy

breath

 

nosferatu

drains

it’s essence

it’s existence

denying any claim

on identity

on equity

 

assassin

© Mel Lampro / Previously published: Route 57, University of Sheffield Online Arts Magazine [2006].

DAWNING

Streaked with tears and sweat

As the convulsive

Pulse

Of life

Ripples

Through the night-still air

Calling another soul

To see tomorrow’s sunrise

 

Crimson

Cascading pain

Cradles a noiseless scream

 

Black, black night

 

And then

Cockcrow

 

Our own aurora

Bursts into light

Glistening

Pink

And tight-fisted anger

© Mel Lampro / Previously published: Route 57, University of Sheffield Online Arts Magazine [2006].