Radiation Will Be The Judge To Which You Will Testify

Jaded Concealment

I can see her pictures, plastered across walls,
her soft eyes whispering a tome of lovers,
goading me to pick up phones and call

She has a knack for fashion,
but no reaction to sudden refractory bliss
still, she knows how to exact passion

Her bright hair gleams in the wind,
a testament to my own psyche
please forgive me, for I have sinned

I took a sip of holy ordained water
purloined fruit from trees in the garden,
losing her causes pain like osgood-slaughters

Shooting through the nerves in my knees,
made weak from the scourge of belief
Knowing fullwell she really deserves me

Don’t know whether her eyes are green,
or how she really feels about anarchistic desire
as long as she holds enough pride to preen

Petulant pastors revere at altars
parade faith as a walking of will,
immitating my lust in its’ refusal to falter

I can tell she has seen so many battles,
soul porous from oral bullets ripping through fabric
As I remain, an admirer, watching her beautifully gallop…..
                                                    Still riding with her head held high in the saddle


2 responses

  1. shipshape

    March 24, 2009 at 11:02 pm

  2. Pingback: Pages tagged "jaded"

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