by Tammy Winand

Created on: February 08, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Innocence Lost

Every winter my lips chap and split
Assaulted by worried teeth
Time slips past and loses itself
Like my body lost in your sheets
Forgets we are not in love.
The rage sown in my heart
May take years to bloom,
Perhaps, bourne by wind and wave,
In some other innocent bed
Where love dies for want of words,
Or poetry pierced by bullets or blades
Lies bleeding in the dark.
Every winter a new love, another war
Time slips past and Time forgets.

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