breaking cast
fearful, she opens her eyes
for once
daring love
to pass her by.
what of that? the canary flutters
whimsically,
at the tune of a finger plucking time.
fearful,
I raise my face
to his level.
all I find is himself.
and me,in his scarlet eyes.
I want to close me eyes.
I am dirty
like a rag dipped in green turpentine
full of bottled dreams
bottle blue
neglected, the pins lie scattered all over my floor
but you lie just across
the floor,
casting your fiery hair over the jangle of clutter
till, I am swamped by your scent, as strong as an animal
twisting my muscles in pain.
hated one, my enemy, my fantasy
smashed
into me
by me.
