Benighted Conscience

Benighted Conscience


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.


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?

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