You have a chameleon.
You give art to life.
It has been a long road.
Love is reexamined.
Like a thief, you swoosh by.
You give contradiction with both
palms.
Your colors are fluorescent.
You’re fading away.
A child looks at you.
She desires to eat.
You are responsible;
You tend to like that.
Most cryptic sunrise,
Days are windy,
Pain is art,
Many are coloring you in.
You must drift, looking for feelings,
encouraged to become stoic. Most mythical creature, created by parents, dying the
rings. Men and women of joys, husbands with privileges, wives with riches. Tales
of preference, intense passion, the tender acme became a beast. Hell to
fancies, we’re honoring bonds, one stands at the seashore. Erotic pastime, moistened
jewels, champagne seized with intolerance. Generational repetition, tending to
tender terrors, reckless confidence. (You felt quakes, a woman at your brains, daughters
as paramount. An angry mother, intentional business, thrall and compass. Agony
confessing, saying so little, to pursue total alienation. The aguish holder, crocheted
swords, Love was intent on behavior. Living logic, wildflower symbols, many encompassed
by inclusivity. Churning of souls, expecting eyes, a soul to its deaths.) A
need for covenants, fair beauty, keeping distance from everything—coloring an
ache.
