Your love...

fists caress
my shattered face.
cigarette warms
my charred skin.
Love, they say
conquers all.

Don't Leave!
i need Your
soothing shouts
warm embrace of Your
belt
as I fade...
             gently...
                        gently...
                                   gently...
                                              numb.
                                    i
                        fall
            back
to my home of
Darkness
where this trembling sac
of bloodied flesh
washed in hot tears
thanks You for
love given.
 

Randy Heinzel
MS I
First Place for Poetry