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Lyn Senz 2 Aug 2017
Death is dreadful
hides in shadows
seethes and battles
grim the night

Beth is bedful
rides in saddles
breathes and prattles
trim and tight


©2013 Lyn
JB Apr 2019
that’s a wild animal.
He doesn’t care that you think it’s cute.

Don’t touch him.
He is on fire in hot
                                                  pursuit
of suitor, taming
of the tamer
of cold sharp breaths
of air
of the polluter’s diluted self, aware


And, so, where are you when I am scared
or (alone)
((skeletal))
(((in need of repair)))?

lacking in tenderness while half-listening—doe-eyed—wanderous—confidently—
“Despair is a feral thing”
You set it

to the choral whispers of rotting,
on a golden-forest bedful of debris.

— The End —