Lift me up
so I can
tell them
how you came
to cut the ropes
that had blossomed
like the strangest fruit
descending
from my hopes.
And when I
thought my neck
would crane
to see
what level eyes
could not
I felt the ground
beneath my feet
and listened.
Subharmonic symphony
swelling from beneath.
Mastery over mystery.
Worlds beyond belief.
Karma of
the buffalo.
Innocence
was lost.
Suffering was
the death
of me.
Freedom
had a cost.
How I got over.
I had betrayed
him with a kiss
is how they told it.
Convinced myself
to trust each soul
encountered.
Believed my honesty
could only reap truth.
Destroyed the fear
which kept me
from my calling.
Absolved myself
from history’s
dangling
noose.
Yet still
rivers
to cross,
mountains
to climb.
Weapons
worn by
passing soldiers
sang to me.
Angry women
kissed and licked
their names
into me.
Forty days
if decades
were knights.
Whole cavalries
fought youth.
Time is a
privatized prison.
Beauty manipulated.
Timeless standard
of give and take
and all
that love
would give.
Forgiven
To be abandoned by
time.
To be loved.
To be love.
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