He holds all of her essence in those <br />Leaking lines of black along lids <br />That wish and dip with a fight <br />To stay above waters lifting and cold like <br />Lungs rising for another inhale of <br /> <br />Death in the wind, cremating the pale <br />Insides that fall with ash in dusty wars <br />And windows shattering along hands of <br />Night rattling for each hope breathing <br />Sculptures of peace in two to break <br /> <br />As their young souls first did after their <br />Birth by brittle air and false lullabies through <br />Punishing fights and sweet songs sung <br />Along bruises and the bottle held tight, <br />Bleeding out another memory from the temple <br /> <br />Of when they loved until the finish or the <br />Winning wonders that were never lost before <br />Time could crawl in the utter darkness <br />Traveling from their cranium to their tailbone, <br />Stretching their boundaries forcefully, <br />Yet never knowing that their love was everlasting <br /> <br />Through sepid flesh and falling skin, shedding <br />Flames hotter than the beating, breathing <br />Earth that avoids all acknowledgements <br />For the wrongs made and mistakes made <br />Because honest life is only lifted by hands <br />Of humble light that weaves together eternally.<br /><br />erie morganmaples<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-4-2/
