Steel / words / 2013 / Pure

October 5, 2013

Thoughts and dreams… and mystery.

She sings to me
	With
		Such
			Broken
				Promises.
I cling to Her twisted stains.
For my life.
							(in disbelief)
In terror, I am Her puppet.
In life, I am Her master.

		In troubled keep.
		I dance Her wake.
I wrap myself in Her mistakes.
For Her misery is my desire.
A steadfast plan of mire.
	And desolate beauty.
Seen.
	Lost in Her seams.
I long for Her lonely glance.
Of high esteem.
		Wasted elegance.
		On Her shore’s sleep.
			I weep bountifully.
			For Her bounty.
Lost in Her world.
I am Her soul mistake.