thoughts stealthily slip
through cordoned lips
upon ripened hips
they tarry...
wanderlust perplexed
sync into step
sink into ears
and bury
wrongs written right
out of spite
for rights written wrong
how long must we
joust and parry
road blocks we pass
upon the cumbersome curve
kissing you deep
upon drops of pain
on eyelids..carry
verily
i speak
as my thoughts
grow weary
my pretence
a sentence
aloft
and merry
carefully, tend mundane seeds
return my dreams
a look to capture
a dozen hello's
golden and savory
words...uncouth
on the cusp of truth
proof
that like minds
can
remain aloof
Find me in darkness
tainted and tumultuous
two burrowed worms
weaving silkened scars..
Proof
{This was so very fun..your a great writer, Jedi..Thanx a million!}
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