les pauvres cœurs


Friday, October 19, 2007

tequila makes for terrible poetry

There's a rhythm
to this chatter
An undertone
of everyone
a sexual tension
gone unannounced
because we don't say
how much we love one another
enough
Sleep next to me
announced and held in
til dawn
You know she'll rise again
an ugly head
a beautiful.
magnificent.
terrible.
face.
inspiring awe and
dreams we never understood
or previously believed in.
and I'm sorry
for causing your faith
but I believed in you
and you needed a swan song.

3 comments:

Kevin said...

I enjoy reading your writings, though sometimes I don't quiet understand it.

Erin Karcher said...

I'm telling you, tequila makes for terrible poetry.

Kevin said...

LOL That it does!! It also make a big headache but it does taste good.