Thursday, July 13, 2006

I Draw My Heart Into A Sieve

I draw my heart into a sieve
of words-
my soul blisters and is not


my love is a flood of birds
but the flight patterns

make no sense-

my love tears on the eggshell wind
but the wind is gone

unsequestered in anyone's fairytale

my words, my heart, my life
I would place at your

but you are standing on the sun-

m. angela douglas 18 november 2001
copyright 2006