The Swindler
one supple fear
rowdy on my skin
but I am tired
and I need you here
not for several fire-orbs
flung upon the wink of morn
but for a lifetime
at my side
whoever said that love was blind
has stabbed a lyric in my ear
and all I can hear now
across the mulberry static at night
is your deep, scratchy voice
sinuous warnings
of you will hurt yourself or so
I do not care
broken once
I will fall into the hands of a swindler
everyday
as long as they are warm and beautiful
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so beautiful. : )
I would rather not dissect it.
I didn’t find anything to pick at.
Many lines made me sigh. How pretty this is.
WOW!!! in entirity!
WOOOOOW! @ the first stanza! and second! and third!
So pretty! So very very!
Lovely.
Thank you guys