Heartless beat, is fixed mind runeless... <br />She grabs one vine after the other, sleeping <br />in leaves tea water. <br />The bush hides my face, the rose is blooded. <br />Her moon, tears fall, I wipe them with her heart <br />to cluck the center of the bud, eyeless. <br />I stare at her through the bottom of the bottle. <br />It magnifies her sou-less qualities, without them <br />folds petals of squalor, bent in deaths grippe. <br />I dont need to fetch her, any more oil is yesterdays, today. <br />Rolling her over, I remove my ring from her nose.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yes-she-plays-a-haunting-on-maleness/
