Monday, May 16, 2011

Remote Love


I loved her
Through my phone

We are together and apart
Alone in the midst of a web
Hot and cold at the same time
Made love in between

I loved her
Like a cold wind loving the
Dark night
Whispering to the
Split bamboos

The final mourn escaped
From her lips
Reached my ears
Hard on

It split
Spilling my identity
Hot, rusty
My body crumpled
As an antique ship

A scrap set to melt