the fallen way

the fallen way

we met along the fallen way,
and broke our promises at once

to save us time

she pinned me back among the pearls,
we bent and spent and drank and edged

the rim with lime

she never spoke the truth, but had
a sort of truth-tinged accent –
and my recourse to kind-of-real
was shockingly infrequent

but bodies go when hearts give out,
and spirits reach and wander off

alone, unbid

we met along the fallen way,
there wasn’t anything to say

just what we did

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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