Coupled
When tears soaked pain in pity
and forced man and God from Junction City
They prayed he'll come again
when the whites melt
forcing $hi# and sticks
down the hungry storm drains
Can ladies be gentle, man?
What if he's a gentleman;
a saint of undeniable piety?
Will she walk the desirable side
or otherwise, be lost in hidden cares
life spoke of a worthy deity
with a good man at his right?
Man and wife will have no fear
when minds are well aware of his delights
What is the place where we are at
where fingers tell who's at fault?
A nurse is inside every house,
every wound is packed with salt
with all corrosions seeping out
Curses are filled with excerpts
from newspapers and vlogs
Her youthful mouth beneath
blue eyes filled with blood and bogs
would say "Fake news is for feral dogs,
we are in a tamer time"
People have baggages;
two honeymoons and domestic fervor
Muy Leal, they ate mofongos
elsewhere, it was fracas in placentas
This is where they now lie together,
living on and off like FM radios
Copyright © Francis Brown | Year Posted 2020
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