Wednesday, November 16, 2005

the sound between beats

so still my heart
the muffled thud
solace of the grave between beats
i seek the quieting
of blood too hot
the craving of your flesh
damnation of a soul
reaching for heaven's hardness
the heated length
finding the abyss instead
and still i go on blind.
so quit my pulse
still my need
the sound between the beats.

1 comment:

Sherry Pasquarello said...

thanks much. this , well, i needed to covey a pain beyond what can be lived with because of the almost animalistic craving for the man the speaker is in love with to the point of losing herself. a love and a physical need that will defy all, making the quiet between beats a stilling forever of those beats preferable to the agony of being without.