by Sincuna   Jan 12, 2014

After Shane Koyczan's 6:59am

But your kiss, my dear,
is an ignorant virus
that pollutes itself
to every nerve of my body;
violently entering each cell
like a prison guard.
And when you think

that your travelling lips
are pattering
little pebbles of love
on the shore of our marriage,
they leave nothing but
open wounds,
longing to be nursed
by someone else.


A response to Shane Koyczan's "6:59am": http://www.houseofparlance.com/VisitingHours/659.html



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  • 4 years ago

    by mnemosyne

    This is a truly beautiful piece of writing.

  • 4 years ago

    by yogi73

    So elegantly written. i can feel every word you have chosen and i think it really connects.
    love it.

  • 4 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Hmmm...a relationship that cannot be saved no matter what and no matter how hard one tires. Once a wound always will be a wound..nicely penned.

  • 4 years ago

    by Britt

    Your words give me chills. This is gorgeous.

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