Legerdemain

Cut off from itself
The heart grows cold, slow, and weary –-
Pain oozes easily through its portals
All the gates and alleys run rampant with the poison solitude brings
Love seeps through the skin when blocked up in the body
Some reek of it
Sweat it out like an anti-pheromonal signal betraying the present beating
Of a lonely
Cut off from itself
Heart.

End.rev2. 22 February 2010, 11.44 am, Brooklyn.

© David Mark Speer