15 december 2018
Living Dangerously
A moon interrupted;
riles the social class.
A native sense comes of age.
Piercing stare becomes rarefied,
unbuttons the peaks and
kills you with a mallet.
The scared mask falls
off the divine embrace, lets
free the pigeons from the golden cage.
The forked tongue will
speak only truth. Blood
was the only stain, washed easily.
I will get the tan
in moonlight only. My scars
will remain invisible in silver.
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