by Francesca Morosi

Created on: June 13, 2008

I conspired against my faith
Secretly I marched and reversed
Reminiscence of my stammering self
Secluded in cheap paper wrap

The sea has retreated
You never liked the low tide
Revealing shells and plants
The pungent smell of rotten underneath
A float trapped in the sand
Plausible remind of yourself

A little pine kernel
Nothing to worry about it
Tweezers catching your skin

Unfathomable desire of stillness
In the morbid decay of passions

A pronounced foreign accent
Yet I could not tell for sure
Dumbfounded and confused
In your relentless intemperance

A drizzle on a sunny day
Thought nobody could see
The seaquake in my flattered ego

Throbbing as it was
Culpable chisel of conscience
No dawdle in its rhythm
Carving my soul into marginal sin

Untimely as a sadden shower can be
Upon the fresh paintwork of my conjectures
The bitter fruit of your condensed breathing
Hastily washed away retreating

I choked at your witty remarks
Devouring proud while winking
Forged emotions in quite motion
Swarming into a mind of my own

Desisting intrusiveness
My phantom of distortion
Futile and dangerous as a smoke screen
Is flogging my bare heart
In a convulsive hitch

A crackling noise startled the owl
Wild cats wishing for captivity

The bruised girl within
Winning praises at your expense
With showy disturbing charm
Shut her arms and swindles

Squeaking bones beneath her dress
She won her consolation prize
In the safe twilight of my devotion
Irrefutable I withstand

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