I fall to the earth in a pile of ash
Rivers wash away my unspeakable sins
Bathed in ancestry
Collected by competing skies

Her gown unravels before me
Torn from her knee to her thigh
Thick ivory skin exposed
Liar accused

Functioning on my stimulus
Automatically I respond
Realities forgiven
I secrete, I stimulate

Poison has made us frozen
Steps no longer leave footprints
Tongue twisted in sentences of hunger
Eyes are blind to fidelity

Worn down the flames
Mask my long
Damper my ache
Close my barrier

Opportunity apologizes
Desert becomes memory
She was forged

Shadows no longer speak
Valediction claimed

© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.14.12:24:30@130Brooklyn