Tony Bush Poet Verse

Waking Grace

I woke to an auto roar, 
The spit of sunbeams filtered dirt, 
The catcalls at the door, 
The grace of love and hurt.

I breathed out the flak of dreams, 
The exhaled death of life askew, 
The caterwaul of distant screams, 
The grace of one so true. 

I spoke of her ruling day, 
The whispers at her lissom spine, 
The lips that brushed her vertebrae, 
The grace of me and mine.

I broke like a snapping nail, 
The feelings to her gravitate, 
The lustre of my arms fell pale, 
The grace of sex and fate. 

I shed but a single tear, 
The reckoning of all I need, 
The idol held so fast and near, 
The grace of why I bleed.

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