Do Not Wear The Dreams

You were different from 
others, away from home and hypocrisy, 
unlistening to the fiat 
of karma. 

There should not be 
any put-on face. Hibiscus will tell the truth. 

Sanguine. I will again 
invoke the bride of moon. 
Time to go for a simile. 

Eros tips. I educate 
the limbs, not to go 
for the anima. The bearded face. 

You had ruffled the tranquil 
poem. I cannot gather 
the tender moments.