5 january 2015
BURNS OF HATRED
You put up a price on all
the gifted items.
I was not ready to pay back in dreams.
Wanted to tell you
without telling.
Lips to lips we talk of a stillborn
space which does not crack.
Betraying the anger, words feel sick.
I was trying to decipher the moist
corners of eyes.
I will wait till sunset, when
I will call for the night and take off
my shadows and dropp petals
one by one and come out
in hot sun to receive the
burns of hatred.
It was not easy. Tulips were in full bloom
and my tracks were warm.
There were false shades
all around the garden.
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Anthony DiMichele