The Last Remnants Of Our Toes (By Mimi C Mata) Poem by Mimi Mata

Furrow of brow,
Indecipherable flight of step;
My emotions decapitated,
By razor; steel word...

I extend a saddened root,
toward your blood red sun

Your furious heart
Turning to ash:
Every apple I have birthed...

Where is it
in your continuum
of fire and steel; my love,
that you will find
my saddened condensation of ash?

Where did you go?
What is it that you have lost,
that makes my palms singe
and makes my headless soul linger?

In dis-belief
My mind joins
the slit throats of your thoughts:
in mourning, hiding behind a dense cloud...
we hover above...

Searching for a mountain,
searching for a cue,
for a place in your soul...

Where your fuera (fire)
cannot burn the last,
remnants of our toes.