Jun 13, 2009


She went across the ocean
and sat upon his bed;
she hugged his dad and brother,
drank wine with his friends--

Her pictures lay about his house
tho they had never met;
she'd undressed herself to the marrow
and now that he was dead--

His grip is unrelenting
and his love is unreleased;
her love, a pearled destruction
and agony, consumes relief.