a wicked verse

fill with pages
words divine
the meekest flower of my heart
a niche, a shelter from thunder
falls and whispers softly how it loved
in darkness flooded
angels float
and oceans fill and spill, no end
to the infinite ends of the universe trek
follow in my humble path, I’m torn
I’ve left a trail of leaves or words
and birds that follow me no more
a landscape
a wicked verse
an empty bed
a heart
a whore.

- © Eduardo De Leon, 27 Jan 2003