The Eve of War 18

Ilan Sheinfeld

1988

A week after we broke up, I allowed
Myself the pleasure of the dainties of pain.
This time without the luxury of tears.
I let it get worked up. In the throat,
In the heart. Who would have believed that even
The dolor of the heart would turn here to courage.
Then I went to stretch it out in the sun.
My loving heart fell to pieces
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