IT BORE repeating

I want you to know that it is only my lessons now that have a chance to lift themselves above the cackling redness found in Love's absence. (Forgive me for infecting your water.) I am sorry, I forgot you were waiting. (Forgive me for bombing your children.) I was too busy sleeping to notice. Might you forgive me for not seeing that my back had space enough for a pair of wings?

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


Popular posts from this blog

The Earth, She is the Heart, My Love


ODE TO MARCHING (Head-Lines 2017)