more thistles in my love
underneath the seal melting down my legs
wax spelling minor keys
of songs of a minor spell
just words floating in the split glass
as we hold honor of polite forgiveness
as if pride could swallow our lies

the tanned love of forgotten heat
swelling me in an auburn vision
the fall of a season in your green eyes
my baby, you will never be my lover
and you will never be loved
except by me
as your storm even covers your beauty
and your wind burns my eyes
who are we when I am bleeding
love from my soul
pretending you belong there too

Jim great poem I love the way you write hope u have a good weekend honey

Very good poem, Jimz!

Thank you, you two poetic bookends of my heart. "Girlychic", you wise beyond your years, and with a heart as big as the sky, and "lostmomfound", you are as young as newborn star, shine on.

Awww another good one