Absurd
What other woman calls my heart with the sound of fluttering wings? None swing their gazes toward me; I also have no more stones to give. The one I had rests in your arms. Salute the walls your mind creates from steps. Stop, if you think this tap knows another rhythm. Those absurd words know not my love.
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no way absurd 🙂
Into The Absurd
sometimes we have to set things straight. your love speaks in this piece.
That was beautiful.
Love can never be absurd..
filigreed walls
I also have no more stones to give– love that line.
Maybe love is ALWAYS absurd. It perseveres anyway. Beautiful post.
Some fine phrasing in this – I’m particularly fond of having no more stones to give – kind of says it all…Nice.
your words do rock, great poet : )
No more stones to give. And yet…
This touched me deeply.