Regardless of Whom Is

Regardless of whom is… Aching, my pen moves, lines hold in place words found wandering about my heart Ink dries with tear drop accuracy, streaked forming in versed collections of envisioned truth From the gallery they call, teeth bared ready to rip the pain from any pore, handing down punishment, sentences that do not fit the stanza Still I write, poetry, combing thoughts of fine woven moments presented in decorative motifs with strawberry jam and blue button accents Dangling in the midst of green tailed hate, baiting the wide mouths of insistence steadily challenging belief and validity with a tarnished tea spoon IQ Fingers tremble behind rolled down sleeves, three-quarter dreams fall head first into basement personalities dancing in ugly nightmare robes, sneering And I scribble, pristine fonts of flowery flow, enchanted lines of wisteria wrapped creations Weaving along vine covered fences even as eyes peer through morning glory gates I know this fear, you feel it too, the watching, from every corner, tiny squares of horrific masks, eyes floating in mud garden baths dripping blood the color of…the color of, well, blood But I must write, hoping you see, praying you read, sending these phrases on braided thread spun of love, stitched of affection, patterned desire regardless of whom is…