Our Remains Untarnished

Sidle up Lover, won’t you come join me in dance,
Me, a fool sailing on the ocean blue –
Will you not provide vibrant color to my mystery
on a Paint-by-Number canvas –
One round of ale for all the ‘he’s’ I believed in, then not,
posing, and recomposing, difficult questions,
asking no more from you than first acquaintance

So many times I’ve taken lead over my senses,
called into a meeting of the bored and the listless –
keeping time, thinking, linking thoughts
combining opposites into well-developed arrangements,
splitting hairs attempting compromise
feeling meek, weak and taken out of context
in this complex of otherworldly affairs

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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