You hang on my daisy-thumb, <br />Hooked onto my spider womb <br />And as these lips spit sunsets <br />Snow weeps from your mouth. <br /> <br />Arms of bark roaming - limply, <br />You swore a name upon a liar <br />With moonbeam grins of hope <br />These limbs are your concrete. <br /> <br />I've fallen in love with epitaphs <br />And it is now I know, it's better <br />Not to be born with pale wings <br />Living in a heart caught on fire. <br /> <br />Dabbed onto blushed laughter <br />And sunk with promises of red <br />As love grows cold around me, <br />I will be death - a prettier thing.<br /><br />Stefanie Fontker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mea-culpa-6/
