you left your blade

real love
eats anger
and spits out
moonbeams;

if you want
your rapier back,
as I imagine you do,
you'll just have to
pull it out yourself,
watch the life ooze
out onto the floor,

oh, and watch those
moonbeams flow;

that's why you came,
so take it;

you'll use it again,
I know.



April 25, 2009. From the forthcoming collection, Spoken Rage.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.