Love Poems

	Just a thought Between the emphysemic diesel chokes Facing the glowing shop fronts My eyes ached in love's slumber A knot grew inside my closing chest There was a piece of my stomach Garotted and white on the path A thought dismembered itself An image of you dislocated from The blistering light of the jewellers A woman grated past in high stilettoes Breaking the concrete slabs as she went I sank in a heap on the cold twilight A voice splutters from my lungs "Hearts are not meant to be mended Like the shards of a vase". Just a thought. Emotions are not dried up flowers That last without water. I cried Into the gutter, kissed the distraught. © David Incoll 2001
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