Sunday, May 17, 2015

Tongue and Talon

It is the old wound
The one that refuses to heal
The one whose scars form
An identifying match
To your tongue and talon
This the one which
Troubles
Out of a list longer than
All my fears and dreams
It stands out in indignation
Cries for closure
Or at the least
Revenge
The old wound
Constant reminder of you
Your cunning intellect
The beauty of your weaponry
A wound only your
Tongue and talon
Can heal
Embrace me once more
Come back to my arms
So I may grant you
Love or death