i saw the scars on your hands
relics of past disasters
a map of an untold tale
and
secrets hidden behind blue
veined
lids
open
revealing
the skylight of your misdemeanors
leave me
bewildered
your beauty
absolved
I look to the heights
the dust of pine
and scented cedar
filter down
settling on my shoulders.
KD 21/7/15
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"the skylight of your misdemeanors" This is really lovely. I enjoyed it. :-)
ReplyDeleteRelics of past disaster. .... what a beautiful line.
ReplyDeleteA map of an untold tale; exactly what it is. Well done.
ReplyDeleteA mysterious eye in the sky ..
ReplyDeleteoh that scented cedar...well said...!
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