Work in Progress II (Untitled)

My heart lies crumbling, crushed, alone;
Weary of perfunctory, persistent pounding
Against impervious, immovable stone
My heart lies weeping.

My heart weeps love flowing, fluid, fleeing flight.
Like a burn victim’s scorched, seared shell
Seeps through dessicated, desolate dermis … tight
My heart lies drying.

My heart dries, shrivelling, shrinking … small
Insignificantly isolated retreating, receding
Yet exceptionally, extraordinarily enthralled
My heart desires love.

*Rhiannon Oset* © July '09

Azuzephre, Pon & Zi