predestined to play
then rewind
waning summer
tune
as heartfelt as
hers,
sung as though i made
up every
word.
the spirit’s quiet
writes
peaceful music
played
in
privacy please
forget..
me should you
listen,
is curiosity the
reason?
the taste of dagger
dipped in
wine-
dusk’s forked tongue
slithers
up
my spine.
amidst involuntary
trance,
a mist shimmers in
my sightline-
eyelids wax
sealed-
collapsing space taking
shape as
clouds,
cheeks of charmful
children-
purplish and
plump
peer through
veil-
giggling arcane
replies
to questions not
yet posed.
unmasking symptoms of
social sickness
despite the risk to
my pride
if only to keep the wick lit
behind these
eyes.
looking forward to our
next first
kiss
i step backwards
off same
cliff.
it was seldom
safe-
yet the pressure served
in times of
unrest
words subject to mistaken
interpretations,
our questions seemed
too human
and lacked the wisdom
to bridge our
pasts,
grudge would never
help,
no matter how
good it
felt
gazing into rain
puddle,
the face of fury
fading.
i admire that your heart
shimmers
when there’s
rain,
but resent the way
i dismiss
pain.
at least we’ll know what
masks were
for
should we uncover
little more,
fate drag us where
we’re safe
alone
not so unlike
before,
and when last gasp past
snakes up
behind
us
deadbolt the
door.
i’m still beholden
to you,
beloved bearded
muse-
i’ve grown defenseless
to refuse,
traces of our darkest
rouge
taint boudoir
pane
each time we play
to lose.
hands in the garden 
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