How many times did I tell you
You are about to fall
When you hide inside

To travel backward in time
In a small child's hull
Shrinking from the smell of booze,

Gaze a blazing weapon
Dropped against the wall,
Hands ratching up the glamour,

Skin now translucent
Like a rain of mirror shards
Imploding from the ball

As your jewelery eyes,
Experimental,
Disappear behind the laugh line.

To have something
That others want so badly
Yet they can never define.

To absorb the right
That you were denied.
To muse and reflect nothing.

How many times did I say
You are beautiful
Instead of I love you?

Against all this violence
Stands a demure victory
Saintly and valentine.


Jam25