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Take it with a pinch of salt , baby

Posted to Action Poetry




Im tempting tomorrows
and fingering my fate
with gentle ease sliding thoughts of you
into lost dreams
No longer hungry for touch
these twisted fingers trace deceptions
and curving hopes erased,
take not my tainted sight
and use it not as proof for your desire
I will wonder not past the poets and painters
for with too truthful eyes
my downfall will be made,
so take me to the unholy
the sinners by choice
of the heart and of love
of beauty,
take me and leave me
before it comes undone
this silence will bring no treachery
but truth will hide me in the shadows of those that I admire.

Haze