October 25, 2013

Laquer me

ours.
you laquered me in tender.
pretty, patient,
holding out.  that doubt would lie
you powdered me in the grit
of your nerve, and the madness of
sunned bone on black.  it was here, it was there
you waited.

ours.
the prowess of lovers
howls promise
cackles fright,
frigid squalling, and you.  liberating,
you dispossessed.
the skin of my protection scaled and
peeled with judas kiss.  the giveaway true failing.

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