My eyes dred the darkness
fall back in time
to the beat of drums.
I lie in your arms,
you remind me of a time before
these barbed wire patterns
edged into my skin, defined me.
The curve of your back
arches a trent, my hands retreat
surrender to the past.
A constant reminder hits me like a bullet, all all of this time
the map of my smile,
marks the scale of war.
Comments
MistakenMagic | August 7, 2011 - 11:54
Great collab, guys! You've got a lot of beautiful imagery packed into this piece. Just caught a typo - it should be 'dread' ;-)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | August 7, 2011 - 17:32
Much enjoyed, Beeme and I agree with Magic.
Just a suggestion, but in the last line of the first stanza 'etched' into my skin, might be better than 'edged'.
Tina xx