BROKEN FLOWERS

I'm broken
Half spoken
And interrupted just before I become

You stare at the sky
Gathered at my ceiling
And in the window
Of the never ending sea
At my legs and breasts
And...
Never at me

I am a window of our time
That glitters before your eyes
The time that dies
To widow the taste of white wine in your mouth

I am an open palm
Half spoken word
The sword broken in your wound
I'm a bloody sheet of your crowded bed
And regret polluting the tip of your tongue

You stare at the floor as I walk
You stare at my waist line
When I talk - you eat my lips
You try to find yourself inside
And you try
And you try...

You are broken
Half spoken
And interrupted before you become

I stare at the sea trapped in my window frame
And the ceiling of consoling blue
Your freckled
Tattooed skin
And...
Never at you...