flesh making mistakes
but a deep temperance coos
and alas,
something leaves my brain
catapults from the yellow skin
leads to rain for thirty days
and rusty leaves cover a hole
of my heart
ten feet underground
a trap unfurling
along the strand of the horizon
only in the morning
does courage ride
on the lips of the sun
to meet the dome of the sky
with a warm readiness
like your oven baked eyes
an ancient script
on the hips of the hills
our love miles in the making
an extra horizon away
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
flesh making mistakes
but a deep temperance coos
and alas,
something leaves my brain
catapults from the yellow skin
leads to rain for thirty days
and rusty leaves cover a hole
of my heart
ten feet underground
a trap unfurling
along the strand of the horizon
only in the morning
does courage ride
on the lips of the sun
to meet the dome of the sky
with a warm readiness
like your oven baked eyes
an ancient script
on the hips of the hills
our love miles in the making
an extra horizon away