by zebrasindenver
Queen of Hearts of men,
The devils heartache in a suitcase stemmed from the death of our lords own poor child lucifer.
Hold openly your cries to jesus as he throws himself upon the cross and those that sail the sea to the end in search of my own dear heart,
that is broken into a million perfect pieces of love.
Into less, into more,
because of no gods, daemons or devils,
but you, my queen,
of my heart.
zebrasindenver 
my dear friend… this is smart and stunning –
i especially like this line:
my own dear heart,
that is broken into a million perfect peaces of love.
i think it is the use of ‘perfect’ that makes it so interesting. nice one. I also love the mix of so many potent cultural images, the queen of hearts, the bible, dante’s inferno…the crusades, the wanderer….
x