I and Calliope in Harmonious Rapture

A choir in the sky,
garden in the sea,
lark in my chest.
An island in our bed,

throbbing agony
caressed by your hand.
Moans and pain
born to your laughter,
raised in your tears.

Time and silence.
Clocks ticking.


published in the March, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst




published in March, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
http://www.wordcatalystmagazine.com/pages93/Liuptry93.html