The soft dawn of yesterday
Spilled the blood last night
A gaping hole
In the belly of forgiveness
And should it come to a two
Or a three as words are spoken
A mystery
She will forget you promptly
And burn abysmal holes where
Her lips; earthy, sun blistered
Crack a smile
A home crafted from eggshells
Eyes like marble on silver
Fingers thin, windows tapping
Winter nosebleeds
Rinse away the summer blues