Friday, June 26, 2009

Dancing On Land Mines

Years of forgeries and philandering boiled down to a single act of ignorance. Purloined promises embedded on your sordid tongue. I am pathetic, dancing on every land mine you've placed in front of me. Shallow graves dug for every Judas kiss are scattered across Potter's Field. Cataclysmic thoughts now violate this frail, moribund man. Companionship has wilted away like violets buried under eight feet of snow.

1 comment:

  1. This is wonderful. Don't we all delude ourselves, half-knowing it all the time, for love?