blog of poet, leah umansky

and this is not about the line of duty,

but the bloodline within the heart.

In love, there is a bleeding over,

a letting out, or letting in.

Let me in on this, Snow, for six feet from the heart

is better than six feet below.

Below this un-handed world,

life is a myth: words are re-imagined,

into a rigorous tease and a learned dark.

You know, there is more blast, here, in the heart.

My world is strange enough with its ifs and its elses

The eager wild is what awards us.

The musted love anews.

Don’t let the tender, doom.

© Umansky 2014

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