second stone
Distant, maybe lost, or at unrest, at least…
Distant, maybe lost, or at unrest, at least…
Finger-braids and white-knuckle lust…
Unclench the stone that minds your melody…
Paper plates and plasticware…
It took time, but I dug up that heart-choking chain…
Save Destiny, but She was with you already…
For the hidden key-to-start an almost-empty car…
Fraught o’er what you didn’t-did…
My breath catches on a line at times…
A flirt-with-leaf and worthless woo…