poem: caution – this is Love / as none other will tell it

eat his stone-heart

and if the blood is grey

and the veins are bitter

and you leave that place with the taste of

gravel sitting hard in your mouth,

you will know that your gut

told no lies when it mouthed into your pillow

that he loved no-one

his door was shut

his house was windowless

every opening was the path to an orphaned cave

and he is not yours / he is not yours, sweet thing, most dearest, most beaten, broken and most blessed,

he is is the beginning of something you are already forgetting,

a story you will, in a dim sometime, remember to tell.

– t. bennett ; @raggedhearts


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