love poem by Richard Trotter Lace and shallow pools in the finest of crypts withered by lines unborn suggest a false tomorrow. Yet if her naked hand was placed on my angry leg, drinking her pallid tears are we simply rearranging pain, like the morning cleaner upon the city steps? 01/16/2004 Author's Note: (old) Posted on 01/16/2004 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/19/04 at 01:27 AM Brilliant expression: are we simply rearranging pain, like the morning cleaner upon the city steps? Posted by Kalikala Smith on 01/20/04 at 12:35 AM i'm likin the whole rearranging pain thing too. very good work:) Posted by Mara Meade on 01/20/04 at 10:19 PM I almost feel as though I'm looking at cold, grey marble steps where the lovers once sat... melancholy, this. Posted by Ginette T Belle on 02/02/04 at 10:48 PM it's beautiful...wow... Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)