Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
A Pulse You Cannot Contain I walk a fine line Between love and hate, Don't we all? The miles Of veins, the mountains of arteries They all lead back to the heart. Inside this heart there is a black spot, A heavy bleeding circle of pain, Collapsing and pulsing with the stink Of your love for me-- Too sweet, it sticks like crystallized syrup. O, false foe, aching lover! Turn now and walk away. I have a void you cannot fill, A pulse you cannot contain. I have given you my all. My soul has lain upon your floor, My mind upon your tender words, My body, broken and spent In the memory of your lust. I will not walk this path again. Dena L Moore October 11, 2002 A Pulse You Cannot Contain is not currently included in any collection, but look for its release in the future. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 6, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
