Circumference of his smile lies
Holding a deeply held truth
Over tiny weaknesses
Courage was not his strong suit
Old patterns circular bounce
Leeching every darkened ounce
Archaic desires, foil wrapped
Tucked between marrow and bone
Existing in defiance
3 comments:
Whoa - love it - you inspired me to run out and get some chocolate.
tight write...the play of lies and truth at the beginning and the foil wrapped tucked between bone and marrow...
I am tucked into this poem!
musty smells will set me free
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