Newly woven webs
Glistening and gleaming, almost moist with sheen
Pulling me into dark depths
Where I will never again be seen.
The old webs are lackluster,
Without stickiness or life or shine,
They hang derelict
And I wonder if they were once mine.
Both webs tear at me
Strands of hair pulling at my skin
At one end a fatal trap
At the other preventive medicine.
How long has it been
since a kiss:
a mouth taking up mine
the feeling of bliss?
If the world were to crumble
or the seas rush in,
with my lips warm,
my eyes closed,
I’ll give in.
The questing tongue,
the breath i take,
the will i give,
the sound i make,
I remember still,
A kiss,
a god send,
let it be now
and let the world end.
Birds outside this room
Fly so completely free –
Oh, what do they know
Of chemotherapy?
They are part of Nature –
Which is just fire and ice –
With no manmade notions
Of virtue or of vice –
So ignorant they fly –
I wish I could too –
With no view of life
And of death no clue.
Hearts Still Care 
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