Samela - Our Bridge Too Far
My beardless grimace dangles at the brink
of deepening desires croaked to you Sam.
In turn your visions cut me as I shrink
a sketchy anchor while The Voices slam
self loathing and your brittle angst against
the lava of your last eruption cooled.
Too young to weave your warp, yet still you sensed
my old gold soul and your sane fragments pooled
could conjure us into a subtle match.
Eight years must pass before our bodies clutch
a span beyond my gossamer to catch
your shattered mind and heal it with my touch.
My pearls of guilt forever will despair
the sight of your flesh stepping into air.
Tyson West has published speculative fiction and poetry in free verse, form verse and haiku distilled from his mystical relationship with noxious weeds and magpies in Eastern Washington. He has no plans to quit his day job in real estate. His poetry collection "Home- Canned Forbidden Fruit" is available from Gribble Press.