I’ve got a craving for a confession,
the sins of my favourite flaws
The absurdity that can fix a broken smile
The transgressions that enlighten the truth
To learn to smile with the marrow of my bones,
the purgatory of the odyssey of the skeletons
laden with the velvet lavender grin of the chrism of smiles
voices echo like the gentle rivers slipping between rocks,
ricochet mutterings of mountain lakes.
Don’t look at me with scorn when I have a hollow blush from the devil’s wink,
We are the holy fallible that make the sun shine a little brighter & and the night dim a little bit darker,
we hold up the moon with the decorations of the well’s enclave.
I don’t chase dreams
I construct realities
Self-published author of Poetic Flair