Big Heart
Now your pressed within my booklet,
where old wounds have gathered dust...
You'll have to wait until your salvaged
'fore you can inflict me with more rust
upon a forty one year armour that
grows softer by the hour...
Pummeled flesh's soothed by Love's soft lips,
and a kindness that your powers
could not darken or dismiss my Queen
of Dutiful Despair...
You who lived on blackened algae,
and poisoned lichen of ill bogs...
I am free, and firmly rooted far
beyond the Siren's wail!...
Yes, I'm still paying off old debts for sins,
but at least I'm not impaled
by the horns of Luciferia in her
many shifting skins...
I've got a bio-span of healing tucked
beneath my snuggled chin...
And I never would have wondered...
I could never have conceived
that my fate would be so pleasant...
So deliciously received
by such beauty, and such brilliance from
someone who seems aligned
with the trumpeting angelic team...
They who summon from the skies...
Yes, the old days are mere memories,
as fresh dew quells dry pits...
They can call to me with their desperate yelps
'til their throats are drowned in spit...
I've no fresh fruit for the gnashing teeth,
so the snarling hounds have fled...
Bless that I have finally found some sense
as old age comes to it's head...
only pray other's can reveal their truth
within Love's savage mirror...
No one needs to stand beneath the gun
Eking out their waning years...
©
2/17/22
Bunny Villaire