we’ve traveled different lands
arrived dressed in different conclusions
i put my hand through you
as a water droplet down the window
gaining momentum
faster i search for the end
of you
and meet it
as suddenly as dream distorts
the tangerine pulp of day
i meet the sweet root of decay
tell me
how did you happen upon this curse
the smirking lip
the proud forehead
when did humility lay dead in your garden
what warren off him fed?
AbyKittiwake 