The Price

                                                                  The  Price

The mourning of a velvet tongue resonds
bouncing within the hollows of my heart
so tired of forgetting
full of remembering
when
the sun lit your eyes
salt water crashed upon the shore, babies suckled and puppies played
tug of war
with the fragments of fear stained panties
left in the sand

Why was a question never answered by God or Satan or
the evangelical predator
he enticed the primitive longing
for triumph, the womb, two arms hugging, warm bodies meeting
in the middle of chaos to find
serenity
and the man
he won the prize by default, using
trickery shrouded by the smell of potential
so sweet.