To the Inspirations.
In my hot bath
Devouring all that you ever wrote
All that you were
As savagely as a starved fanged beast
Tears at the flesh on a bone ...
I consumed you
My cheeks florid with passion.
Salt in my burning tears.
The homeland of my heart.
Became your words
The bells that chimed
Were the lullabies of the mind
That I longed for..
It was a happiness
Until someone called
Stayed a while
And took it all away
With malice.
Kristine Byrne Oct 2013