("The Lovers," by Rene Magritte)
Through the jaws of time,
he tossed her a line
anchored around
a carnivorous tooth
The cave closed in
(with her)him
and stranded, she scrawls
her Babel of runes
on the weeping walls
of a darkness so starved
it chews on its tongue
for relief
3 comments:
Pretty bizarre reading this poem since I just had dental work and managed somehow to chew my tongue while I was all numbed up. It still hurts like heck.
This is what happens when human(s) forget that ITY belongs after the word. LOve in the darkness is it's own light.
Charles' comment made my day. I did that too, after my root canal treatment. :)
I'd rather chew on (her) tongue than mine. Thank you.
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