penance

stand on the prairie

of your soul

as if I had bloomed here.

 

cinders and ashes

fall from your tear-streaked sky

like Satanic snowflakes.

 

love's moonlight has

been eaten alive

by a swarm of thick black pain.

 

lakes of fiery wrath

may soon crest

above my weary head,

 

but I will refuse to burn

until you forgive me.  

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

An absolute blessing of a piece.