stratego: the flagA Poem by aprilrayneTrading love like it was currency for a place to stay; The name on the door is not yours. A crafted gentleman to serve, do you extend your hand, Or, is it just your ears? burdened on the head of a beautiful
enchanter. a pulsing pent up expulsion… Pushing past the hearts you break And, the longing you leave on the lips of
everyone you own. And from behind, you twist the knife, like eyes that see the
lies you told… You bare no consequence. Because we were forewarned. We were told not break ourselves against the unbroken rock. We were taught not to bend our heels before a blind man. And yet, Here we are. Ready to lend our home and hearth, a rich reward, a meal
ticket Fresh and pure like the lavender that longs to lick the
sweat from your brow; To kiss you, to make you whole and better; Feed you, to make your belly full And hold you-- As if touching you the God’s would
weep, and you would cry devotion. But your insides dwell inside palisades that will not
falter. You won’t be weak and yet you ask for that in it’s entirety. Block out the warmth the earth so needs, The sun displays its candor in a firm and arrogant pose. How I wish I could dance across the ground and land into
those arms… But how
flat would I fall? And, how
far would I go… Until I was trading a place to stay, just to keep your love? © 2015 aprilrayne |
StatsAuthoraprilrayneLas Vegas, NVAboutBorn and raised in Los Angeles California, I was uniquely blessed with having an awesome mother who shared her love of all types of storytelling and art, especially within music. This being said, I st.. more..Writing
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