To Thrum a Gla**y Stem
On fragmenting taffeta mirrors
Manacled to an earthen house
Over two bending knees an iron chain
Beetle, bone and stone
Pine for a love unknown
Though winged soporific dreams
Lay sprawled, waiting expansive
This my promise Blue:
The Thought and its mandrel motion
This my promise Scarlet:
The Blush of a ripened Fruit
Left low in sanguine laughter
In a bed the soft of heather
Stashed in the branches breach
Words to thin cracked leaves
Like the folds of an angels wing
Or the crack in a devils smile
Poetry for kin and fey
Or the unsuspecting seeker
This my Promise Green:
The Lilt in a voice that's laughing
This my promise Gold:
To Sup with empty Cup
The Pearl that contains all pearls
The piece that evinces the puzzle
On peeling taffeta mirrors
To Thrum a Gla**y Stem