Confidence Coughs
I liquid tongue
Of pented truth
Ride bridled
Upon Passion's Cat.
Shut -- my confidence --
On Haste’s mistakes --
O Rash and Rapid
Dive to doom!
Blocked and balked
By the beast aloof
I tooth and tame
Her Slow assent.
My torch of love
Blinks her motive
She shines gold bright
Kaleidoscope eyes.
I Grieve and Gripe
At her recalcitrant growl
But enlighten loss’s
Hollowing surprise.
Those eyes give seed
Asphalt’s acorn
Bending brick
With its subtle insist.
Aching upwards
To oak the airways
The germ of new
Barks Broad a door.
Inner stairs
Funnel downwards
To the soft of pride
At hidden hurt.
My golden gun
Of Marked bravado
Keys clear the way
To summer's floor
Reminds my smoldering
daylight torch
That the not of violence
Lights the back of love.
\ ~@M@~ /
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