She was as bright as her virtue
as honest as any new borne / reborn...

She suffers her husband's hand
when it use to lift
her to the heights of moon dance and Valentines,
young love masquerades
since now she clutches beads
rosary pearls and holds distance
as a barricade
the space of air for breathing
the length of hand to mouth
bereavement

She suffers acquiescence / quick-step /
tango / running man
by his command - Miller - Bud
Colt45 on hand
she is maid a waitress cook on call
an olive skinned blow up doll
it must have been love
she suffers the fall...

She lies every way every day
at every party guest & passersby,
a mental check list to memorize
sculpts her husband in marble
a pillar to look up to
while she fears to be left
alone / behind
when it is closing time...

She suffers desperado Jane
at the end of her rope
never had harmed a soul,
but hers in giving to such love
in this living
she suffers hell / enough...

Fall asleep angelically
a fistful of prescription tears and drink
oh to dream would be a kindness
a sliver of hope / she thinks
of no more bruises or dread
of dying / knife of kisses
or scythes of apologetic ***
nights of kneeling
to be barren and unworthy
to usher in new life

she suffers vex and hexes
in silent graces
as she exhales the last of her nights
memorial of starry eyes
in youth in love
in his hands
uplifting
now clear of tears / for fears /
with better sight
her heart on love needs correction
from her ghost of recollection
since past and now
have no reflection
on the grace that mothers Tao

She suffers epiphany
anew and laughing at the site
below
that double wide / coffin /
cacophony of supremist white...

When her inner heart flies right
She suffers no longer longing or apart
all our dreams and graceful light
carried within
an ark

She suffered not from drowning
but a prey
upon the heart
This ends
as she again will also
start ...