how did I fall to this?
his spectrum wild and crazed
fortunate son of passion
living each breath fully
it invited me
like a warm bath
or triangle sheets
begging me to enter
and see just how lovely,
how comfort can be
underneath something was ill
someone broken, something still
intentions run aground on
the wrong shore, turn around
red ground company
and he silenced me with fear
but the slant of disease
gave it light, and now
I cannot be afraid
since between the sheets
slivered like a coward
I saw the hideous head of dishonour
underneath something was ill
someone broken, something still
intentions run aground
you’re on the wrong shore, turn around
Copyright L.M. 2007.
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