Judith

Your moans leave me, shivering by the train, bones of a teasing homily, your wailed news, dead ruin across your face, more jelly for my blues, it doesn't bring relief, but a new gnawing pain, of wasted opportunity, who bears the issue, to the hospital gates, you couldn't face the truth, a swollen handkerchief, a still born fate, a star across the sea, you wouldn't believe, i tried to be gay, before sunrise bleeds, now your tears can't reach, me on my way, don't spoil my dreams, keep your praise. wondering if these waves, will make her atone, straggling to escape, this November grey l