Sunday, May 12, 2024

Avow



Truth be told-

The clean secrets

are the ones

most easily over-looked, 

like tiny happy pills,

like big gulps of fermentation

like bottled pride, 

once swallowed

often gets caught

tickling the throat

edible if not credible

sharp.

The bleached lies

are the ones treated

as though sterilization 

made us all safer

instead of regretful

for draining the color from

all storied possibilities.


Cheeks and skies

Sunsets and dawns

pinks and yellows

the way you see

plain as day

something always there

in between...


Kisses like clouds

Words like wind

fighting infection and odds

debating the will without power

Nothing to trace

Distance cured us all

to be saved for later

Revelations.


Painting by Gabriel von Max 'Praying' c. 1915 in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons. 

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