Threaded to the Bottom

25 09 2010

Unraveled red string
threads itself
into a knot
resting on riverbank’s edge.

From rock,
strand of fiber falls
into river.

Dye runs
into ripples
surfing the surface-
pool of crimson.

Floating limb
leaves Shore
and joins
the journey of the Color
till it splashes against
the ocean’s blue dust.

Salty decay
of desire,
your limb,
a hammer upon my depths.

A death of Color.
Sinking to darkness
of horror amidst crushed cans,
until a resurrection
of evaporation
lifts essence into air.




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