Heather T

hate me love

 

 

this slippered tongue lies 

beneath thin cotton evidence

and the callous of a stare

 

that somewhere dream of me

where you love with all your hate

it keeps your fingers honest

 

confronted with the mouth

of these quickly melting jeans

and all the zippered things

 

that should have been whispered

madly pebble in the braille

of your slick-lipped circles

 

dying little damp deaths

of clothes-puddled conscience

burning in this heaven

 

for all of haloed hell

  • Author: Heather T (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2018 07:38
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Comments3

  • Michael Edwards

    A tapestry of the woven word - great work Heather

    • Heather T

      Thank you many muches for stopping by, friend.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Your use of metaphor slips between accepted word-meanings with such ease in this piece of stunning imagery Heather - -may your poetic tongue never be too closely slippered for work like this shines with the slant-eyed look at life for which you are so valued by poets like me. Thank you for sharing such an inventive piece of "somewhere dream" - - great read.

    • FredPeyer

      Incredible writing, Heather! If there were a poem Olympics, you would definitely be a medal contender!
      After reading it a few times I decided to become a nudist. The cotton evidence, melting jeans, zippered things, and dead clothes puddles make me afraid to get dressed!



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