Jumbled memories calling
Scrambled emotions to order
Filling uncertain dreams
With anxiety-laden wilder beasts

Terrified, temper Reactive
Goading tempest tantrums
Yesterday, my soul beaten
divinity turned to pulp

Justified by desire
history texts fuel fire
as raging wind slaps
eschewing kiss

emasculated latent bris
greedy, hungry, thirsty
cold. Falling for fallacy
my tempest simply fool's gold.

11/07/2005

Posted on 11/07/2005
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