Suntrap Dynasty

If these bitter pips
Were not kisses
I would understand

The broken eyes can’t see
The hell
In the promises she keeps

So they split open

All in whispers
Of silver
She lights my way
But I see the false gleam
In her stare

We only catch
The dead butterflies
When we admit the truth

A dark angel
Suntrap dynasty
Quickening poison

If these lilac clouds
Were not words
I would never understand.

Darren Thomas

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~ by londonsurrealistgroup on August 20, 2006.

 
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