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Wayward Lovers

Wayward lovers found
in the sea of transgressions;

She opened her hands, there was fire
She opened her mouth
and fired forth towards me
but I ducked my head.

She smiled a killer's smile
and said something about how earthen things
made of wood cannot hold up.

I smiled a victor's smile
and said say that in the rain,
I will wait.

Most you never see again,
even the mental pictures fade.
The wasp nest with it's catacombs
becomes your heart.

Not all stings hurt the same,
some you don't feel at all.
Pain is a temporary art,
you smile away the fade
of feeling at all.

The tiger is a dragon
that cannot fly,
cannot escape it's own flames.
Though it's remembered the same;
The carnage left behind.

Did she ever find
the potential I saw in her.
That fleeing from damnation.
The loose change, left by visitors,
gathered into a coffee can.
With it, she bought a bicycle
and rode it to the town
that she heard about,
where no one knew her.

Perhaps bought a nice dress
-all the scars were above the knees.
Let her hair grow; The wind was pleasing
to her softened face,
once the traffic of thoughts
faded behind her.

The boy at the market called her ma'am.
So she painted her bike
from teal to red
and took the cover off the headlight,
to trust just the bulb.

Like back when life was raw
and she could burn away
the devil's tail
that he tucked up front.

And maybe, trust the rain
that I had promised
wasn't always bad, after all.

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