04/10/2010

Segregated Desire

He stood steadily beyond the walls
Holding her unattached lungs
And pieces of her discarded heart

His eyes glazed with empathy
Reason burning in the jagged raindrops
He smelt like 1am
and tasted like italics
She looked like intensity
and felt like the moonlight

Aching from lack of movement
The thorns buried in their limbs
Needed removing

They wanted the Angels
But all they got were excuses
And Cupid who had lost its armour