we found each other's bodies
in a pile of bodies
writhing and squirming for the light
you were pulling petals off flowers
I was teaching young children how to swear
and in that moment of passion
such beauty, such surprise
that you would come over to my side,
we appeared preserved
as in a woodcut in Death's private study
where his desk was carved
with gargoyle heads and real heads
all open-mouthed and stretched
and I've never seen so many names on lists
and even he couldn't stop all of the light
coming through the blinds,
although I knew it was you,
and the saddest place to sit
is on a kitchen floor
not knowing what words to think
I put this poem on PoetrySoup, here's a comment 'You have evoked such a dark and sombre mood here - well written'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again from PoetrySoup 'Creative lines penned.'