Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The Forgotten

You are fickle wind,
untouchable goddess-child,
gone in the summer

I'm remembered quick
in the fall like Daylight Savings Time,
an inconvenience

till the sun is gone
sweet october vinegar
splashed on your broken feet

late night memories
jump around in your skull
a wall of fast claws

cause cold sweats in bed
you bet on me, flattery
cleaning off tarnish

claim I'm not enough
and dart off again, sparkler
just remember though

you may be the wind
touching everyone, sexy
but no one holds you.

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