Eyes to earth/
Breath to mind/

The breathing assumes such
exquisite sighs.
What then?

What of the masks & facades
from which we donned
& masqueraded in manners
most conventional & comical.
What now?
What of the love
that mocked these
post modern hypocrisies
yet in itself became a
prophetic lie.

Slanders hurled at
the poetic soul.
love was never
cupid’s toy from hell,
but it wings its way
with devilish intent.

Spiraling.
Piercing.
C
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F
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My mind’s eye
weeps. Caught in
contemplation
of subtle betrayal.

Love unrequited rends..
lacerates with flame.
Infidelity never
the issue as my love
never shackled nor
sought to tame.

It is through the
deceitful drama,
hollow skits, & the script of
easy wit & underlying
satire which allows
me to be a fool.

Remember that my love,
my pain, my knave;

Remember how our bodies
fit like a hand in glove.
Remember our first kiss.
Remember our first hello.


SAS