Wednesday, May 29, 2013

The one about the sky falling


I found a fraud 
sitting 
with his lips
edged
to the bone of his knee.
he said 
he enjoyed 
the fragrant smell 
of misunderstandings.
Suddenly
Colliding
with the pale instance
of love
resurrecting moon beams  
in the mornings
(which danced, and streaked across his lips)

the sky fell. 


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