Blinded By Fire
You weren’t seen coming; this woman you are now;
Here you are though;
And in my ineptness;
I’m left dog paddling;
At the deep end of the pool.
It seems never completely dark;
And even in the midst of an upcoming storm
I see light through the clouds;
Leaving me unprepared;
And immersed in water the coyote sits unattended.
Butter melts; and drawn by you are those;
Sweet tantalizing words;
That crumbles the tallest of walls.
And the river righteous;
Now runs crimson; from hearts that have bled.
And from the world of forgiveness;
There seems no escape;
For one must forgive those of who no not;
And while holding a shield above his head
The knees of the defender buckle
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2009
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