"Nothing Ventured But The Sky"
To tempt fate would be
impossibly foolish and yet
here I am again like the old hag
that I have so loathed to become
The velvet splendor of youth and possibility
is gone
behind me now like a meandering road
caked in ruin and despair
She was
only a brief glimpse
mere snapshots
to be certain
memorable yet fleeting
at once
The prettiest thing
about a woman
is her tongue
The sun and its veiled corpse
of unearned promises and obituaries
does nothing to stem the tide
of horror and unkempt deceit
Her mouth upon mine
tastes like ashes before the belfry tower
trapped in a cocoon of longing and
forbidden fruit
Until I awake
bathed in sweat and agony
dying and lonely
just another tick
on God's scoreboard.
Copyright: 2010, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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