O my heart, you turn
the hot water tap
so a slip of water
can drip all night.
Just the tiniest
trickle, to keep
the cold
from exploding
what dams up
in even a brief
moment of inattention.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
O my heart, you turn
the hot water tap
so a slip of water
can drip all night.
Just the tiniest
trickle, to keep
the cold
from exploding
what dams up
in even a brief
moment of inattention.