I fall to the earth in a pile of ash

Rivers wash away my unspeakable sins

Bathed in ancestry

Collected by competing skies

 

Her gown unravels before me

Torn from her knee to her thigh

Thick ivory skin exposed

Liar accused

 

Functioning on my stimulus

Automatically I respond

Realities forgiven

I secrete, I stimulate

 

Poison has made us frozen

Steps no longer leave footprints

Tongue twisted in sentences of hunger

Eyes are blind to fidelity

 

Worn down the flames

Mask my long

Damper my ache

Close my barrier

 

Opportunity apologizes

Desert becomes memory

She was forged

 

Shadows no longer speak

Valediction claimed

 

© 2008 David Greg Harth

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