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