Fold Away Blues
(c) carol voccia 2008

I'm a wound with blue beating veins
Carried under sun freckled white skin
Dolling out
Burnt orange justice
I have imploded deep against drown love and
Thin paper airplanes
Rising above an opiate glass heart
Flying aloft your hard folding voice
I ascend as a lark
Rising to an elliptical sun

Legs crossed under my night shirt
I thumbed through tossed
Letters
Dog eared and stained
Smeared ink masks evidence
Oh those times you wanted me
Incriminating notes of iron will and intuitive logic
Of urgent voice wrapped in thickly written poetry

Logic can't save any of this
Or the lark
Or the rising dawn
Or even the cream in this morning's coffee that curdles
Under the strain of my spoon
This early moon reeks of you
As I press myself against all reason

Tinged blood courses through tight veins
Leaks blue melancholy
Creasing memory into origami birds
Beat this wound against cataracts
Blinded in clouds and ice echoes
Spill out bitters burnt in orange
It's justice to simply

Fold you away

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comment from a reader in Literotica
07/14/08 by KOLKORE in USA
folded but still loaded

All those loaded emotional memories depicted in rich imagery, unfold till they run their course (for now). Folded again and still loaded they will be waiting for you.