Tuesday 4 September 2012

pollen

two grains locked in cupboards,
perfect for ever,
a full collection of pollen on a leg,

shrugged off all of a sudden,
to be left sullen,
two ventricles without blood in,

two sucked in cheeks,
pinched red,
to create whole hearts, from fractions,

two grains locked in cupboards,
perfect for ever, 
two brains smashed together,

safely talking of the weather,
and breathing slower ever slower,
together always together,
perfect for ever,

a full collection, 
of pollen on a leg,
hanging on through sheer vertigo.

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