Scarlet Ways
SCARLET WAYS
giving suck
to a brood of
starving stars
voices flush out
the debris of your
soul
as you try to rip
the satin from my
mouth
which will not
swing the way
you know…
they are
resigned to
things you may
never probe
lonely again
I lay down in my
hair and say….
‘Gondolier’
as you try to
range your mind
North… but
my arrow is out
as I learn more
from missing
when I
miss
and we break off
the arms
of our statues
© Kim van Breda—23 December 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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