Benighted Conscience
by MELISSA COOK
To the sun, I apologize;
for the moon, has my heart.
Like the porcelain leaves
‘neath you – I tumble.
Vulnerable to each mask
you gracefully drift my way..
..and I sensed the presence
of petals upon my spine;
delicate in moonlight
‘tween the verge of tragedy.
Like Kraken his arms were
– of subtle tentacles.
An endless knot to
bound eternity..
and I a lighthouse –
on the eve of tide
guiding his oragami heart
innoculously home.
-Felo-de-se-
My love is a ship
‘tween the verge of comedy
and I; like the porcelain leaves
‘neath you – tumble.
I find the night to be
of everlasting danger.
Should I be a lover – or
fight for my life?