To the Knees of Ruins
shall we find the day (in quarters),
separate in our birthed lonely ways
together, hearts feel in petals of dismay
words appeal to deeply dark divisions(of prey)
shall we blend our colors with the moon
hold our grief for the sun (in a baby spoon)
together, liquid spills to our wounds
souls tumble to the knees of ruins
Copyright © Mark Anthony Cotterman | Year Posted 2016
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