Change To Gain Our Best Framed
Once, while breathing an ideal moon's prime appeal,
my heart infused with long rained hues of feel for you.
Soon came sore blue and white joy reels of love we knew.
I night aimed blues to vamoose with my amen's seal
that I might heel from all your trashing of our two.
You said a visit insisting time would pass swift
then changed intent into a permanent move claimed.
Your words sifted my heart twists through despairs blitz drifts
but I rose unashamed of gaining scars thus maimed.
Stars adrift that night's moon brightened me with blazed gift
kisses that tame changed my pain to gain our best framed.
... CayCay
February 19, 2020
written for a contest
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2020
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