Monday, June 20, 2011

Trap Door



Nah, my life's a mess
He says, and means it

Her hand lifts gently to his face

Like no one does

A tenderness you

Cannot trust in a tangle

Like what he’s in all of a sudden

Wits about you, the only

Survival’s the one you can imagine

By moonlight without any help or shelter

Anything else is fragile like a trap door

Waitng to spring open and eat you

Like good intentions, open wide, ignorant

Love’s like that too, a well-meaning feint

Fragile branch above oblivion

No single fool it eats but every fool

You’re either scourged by love or time

Beast’s expression both

But only one of them you’ll remember

After you're eaten


© 2011 Yorgo Douramacos

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