Brick bashing in one’s <br />frugal atonement of sin, is <br />a lark taste of sugar, a sweet face <br />chastise a warm embrace. <br /> <br />After I hurt you, after the vengeance, <br />and no forgiveness spoken. But– (silence) <br /> <br />A graceful rictus beams after your kiss– <br />and you kiss me, arms in snail fondness, <br />and I fall- and fall in– the cavity of guile, <br />a chasm of micturated sorrow, you made. <br /> <br />Brick bashing one’s feeling, I sin <br />forgiveness, I did not attain. <br /> <br />Lessons were learned, pity roped <br />ego’s grope of another (one’s) like you. <br />Song birds plumage will now sing, <br />songs of feathers, feathers like ours, pluck.<br /><br />Daffodil Decarie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plucked-feathers/
