Gorse Flowers

His dark hysteria and her own

retreat back to their faces, cigarettes

guzzled incongruously, and sad hands clasped.

Determinedly they kiss away their woes,

and wrap their thighs about each others thoughts.

But In the hearts, the wordless whispered loves,

she hears the seed of doubt much like her own.

Her: The coward in the face of joy.

Her love: The young backed titan with his thoughts,

too proud to fear the portent of his frown.

These blissful tear eyed lovers make their smiles.

That stone is in her heart now he has gone

too many miles to lift it out; burdened

as he is by pebbles he has found.

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