XXI (’19)

how may i dare – apostate
confused into hate
hate so sure of course
of its hold on love

love so hard to hold
not bankable gold
breathy currency
distilled always now

if not there is a chance
someone will spring your trap
thorny deadwood cutting deep
harsh as empty tongues

and only love’s deep long sleep
will show you how to dream away
this barred dead enchantment
prisoner of your own flirtation

show you despite your guilty shame
that stays you from your realest sense
that yes you must dare to spin the gold
the thread back towards yourself

passed weeping weep full felt full
repair what you may of thorny lapse
warn of this, the same old trap


K. H-H / A. H (13th May 2019)


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