Flower On a Mountaintop
You resented my high
highs
as though you had any approach
to pleasure
toll gated & mined
Boom goes the dynamite
your half-sketched lord a detention room teacher
I'll take that, that
& that
from you
as though pleasure could be a prefects' privilege...
But where was your Cerberus
when I traced a hundred lullabies upon your back
& you sang me a waterfall
Short of breath...
" what do you want?" you asked
& I told you
showed you....
remember me
forget me
not
We molded a cast unbroken
and swung away until our arms & hearts were broken.
A blog for slightly shameless self-promotion, of the work/career kind, with some random additions.
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