We should live in shades of children
and I could if the fears took control
I would say my dear/fear is a candy cane
a famous macabre novel of Mary Shelby
and who is the monster and lover?
I confess…I love candy canes
And if you should hear my mind
what a wonderful journey of love
it’s a cable show of famous hearts
and I would never be satisfied
I hate selling my children
like a paperback novel (so cheap
like cyanide)
each word a poor soul
a chapter of death
and stanza’s too
just a thought of love
and pauper’s breath
a heartache of lovers
And if I should cry
what heavens too dear!
a macabre life I’m living
And if you should love
I could believe — like oak
a sturdy forest of green
My movie queen of lust
So I dream and wish upon
a confession of a word
and heroes survive ending credits
but do they save their woman?
I would give you
a walk-away star
in your purse
and a kiss birth
as you walk in life
and we live shades
of children…
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