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.
