He is three stolen kisses
and three carried corpses
in my debt —

And the bedrock of
my hardened heart
dissolves bit by bit.

There is something air-
or waterborne that eats away
beneath the surface.

And we do not know
the dangers
we face —

In placing so much weight
on what is
no longer solid.

Shared for OpenLinkNight #86 at the dVerse Poets Pub. Head on over and fill your head with some good words, friends!


About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

8 responses to “Erosion”

  1. brian miller says :

    mmm…true that…we have to take care in what we put that trust in…because the ground beneath our feet and our heart…will just assuredly disappear if we dont watch it…

    good to see you…smiles.

  2. Gretchen Leary says :

    Oh wow. Your final stanza had me envisioning something heavy but very fragile on thin cracking ice. Beautifully written.

  3. indieflower says :

    Good golly. This is amazing! Definitely one of my favorites of the night. I’m crazy about your opening:

    “He is three stolen kisses
    and three carried corpses”

  4. Tony says :

    The first stanza is amazingly strong – I want to know about those corpses, and how he stole those kisses….

  5. Anna Montgomery says :

    Evocative and beautifully poetic.

  6. RL King says :

    I love love your opening stanza…and it ends quite intriguingly.

  7. Stan Ski says :

    Was anything ever made to last…?

  8. Poet Laundry says :

    Love this. Great poetry…that first stanza pulled me right in.

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