I hold no right to say
But complain
As I dance in a hollow ditch
Having sang an anthem
Forever
Yet looped on petal troubles.
Delayed, painted on horizons
Spilling a little tea
To get me going on a torrent
Seeking guidance
To a rose sting.
Losing a tongue
In a dare
Floor scrubbed
While waiting for the stick
To do the dance with the tongue
Stirring us to existence.
Hold me close
As I drain my words out
Benching fear to a phrase
Wished for
Never to reach its intended
Secretly pursued.
