The little lies we tell

Like a clasp, holding a string of pearls,
like a heel, guarding the balance
of unmerited heights
like the so very sad fantasy game,

-curtain to a gaping wound-

They come undone,
torn with a soundless tear
caving in castles and all
drowning us in the moat of outcasts

Gentle into the night


There is no more fire left
just the bright embers
the memory of flames
will help the long slumber
the warmth of loving you
a fuzzy blanket

Hiss

Thrashing torture is the hold of envy
Worse, when guilt laces the owning it
like the snake's broken back, full of infertile
frozen moves

The dust of crying inside a lock box
is choking me

Ripe

When the time comes,
you know

when the sugar is spun,
the sweetness crackles

when the blue bird darts over,
happiness rains stars

when the bitter registers empty
hunger is captive

when the hug envelops your heart
in blazing fire

when your black saffron
speaks redolence

you are ready

CRUSH #3

You are smiling, strained grin, unconvincing,
 eyes
 wandering, their contradicting sorrow
speaks
of traps and alliances made in hell
holding dear
my gaze that you cannot claim
like continents apart
we drift
the sea in between endless
drowning
love that should not have been
there


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