MY LOVE'S LIE BLEEDING

My love lies bleeding
on a green futon in the bedroom.
The trail of blood leads
back to your door, wedged
in sidewalk cracks and crosses
the pavement at the Cross-Walk.
I will not bleed to death
but the wounds of my love lies bleeding
widen at the sight of your face,
the quiet of your voice, your smile as
I lay down at night on the green futon
and dream of my love's lie bleeding.