I slammed the door on inadequacy
Its skull burning a shadow on my left eye
White moths dissolve
In flame anthems
Flickers of debris
On you slate grey sky
I wore my hair long for winter
A velvet curtain down the innocence of my back
To part for you a Dead Sea
Voyaging the map of your hands
We have a happy medium here
A witch for the wizardry of your words
We have enough passion to fill the dam of years
We lose course asking for apology
Knowing beyond all knowing
That without the other
The world would be born of martyrs
And joy put to sleep.
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What an intriguing poem! There's enough depth here for a man to get lost in.
ReplyDeleteRick thank you so much for your comments - they really keep me going!
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