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
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].
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