Tuesday, 8 October 2019

Heart’s Desire
She said, I was her heart’s desire
I think
she meant it.
I think
I felt it too.
But now I feel
of desire
I feel
only strangeness
holding her heart in my hand.
I feel it pulsating with life.
I feel the blood flowing like tears,
while she lies still,
so still,
Emptied of desire,
like me.
Only wonder.
Only I wonder
what will happen next.
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The 2019 Rhysling Anthology contains the best speculative poems published in English in 2018, nominated by members of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association. The Anthology serves as the voting instrument for the annual Rhysling Award, given in Long and Short categories. Poems may be s...

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