Fraudulent_)(
February 10, 2011
Excavate your ankles deep
Into the fondness of obscurity.
Those tears pressed wine and bled with flame
as matches forced a flooded game.
Purple trim and saline skin
misplaced-
Edging your face-
Jericho converts a cinch
To sew his expectations to.
I’ve scaled your frame, you forget.
Your toes swept a carpet I’ve designed.
Your gaze a pane I’ve seldom fed;
In furiosity.
Aged, do measure sour blends of scheme.
Sustain for fruit and rhapsody-
Tight lipped; and fitted wit surpass a golden pride;
a chandelier whose text is tight
Perfected the art of enclosure.
Chestnut locks and colorful knits
Infuse a weakness undeclared;
The dying sky has bloodied shins
So sure in fraudulent form.
A clocked mishappen paints and primes
The pumping of your steps
Capping the heights and depths of forthcoming.
I’ve a rusted shovel turned and sworn.
Your soul is mordant; faux and warm.
I’ve meddled in your perfumed strums
I leave my soul to rouse.
lightleakpoetry
