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
