Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

her love shriveled
like a water-logged leather boot
that could no longer be coerced
upon an unwilling foot

the fracture she was told
would heal if she was mindful
not to exceed the suicidal speed
of all frustrated romantic gimps

those that oh so often ignore
the chemistry of fresh paint
leave their fidgety fingerprints
all over the place, in the wet latex

of wanting to get-on-with-it,
slow down my friend I said,
breathe deeply, the wind is
strong, and the day is young

good poem with fine word structure and theme.

he loved to play the doctor part
his calm maybe a sweet charade
-when he was not too serious-
my wounds, his passport

loved the title, saw!

dadio & arcadia....thank you