if in an old and worn
mistake
I find myself
in you
let every damning record
show
the hell I know
is true –
for in small gift
of spilt repast
and glaring lines
of lore
lie splintered gifts
of naked fact
beneath chaste
righteous whore
if in an old and worn
mistake
I find myself
in you
let every damning record
show
the hell I know
is true –
for in small gift
of spilt repast
and glaring lines
of lore
lie splintered gifts
of naked fact
beneath chaste
righteous whore