A rose without thorns…
Blinded…your body – my Braille
.
A letter with no stamp…
Deaf…your words – my Novocain
.
A promise taken back…
Obtuse …I am – for opening Pandora ’s Pithos
.
The Spear of Destiny
Is a fallacy of the heart
As told by a love’s secret deceit.
.
The heart…
Is my cup of kings
With a thorn-splintered rim
The deceit
Is our lives intertwined
Because of your lies on vellum
.
And your “Goodbye”
is a ploy
With a two-way hinge.
By: Jay Bird
Copyright ©2007
