En la actualidad vemos indistintamente, como en un espejo, pero entonces cara a cara

I’m packing…
tucking away pledges of unyielding love,
happily ever afters,
and assurances of perpetual tomorrows
lingering somewhere
linking
the insistent wetness of
dried caked over tears
to the deafness of God’s ears.
I can promise,
he ain’t answering
cuz he ain’t listening.
i’ve spoken in human
and angelic tongues,
my pleads clanging against
the chattering of thousands
begging and seeking
eternal salvation.
I mean baby,
in this dark and lonely night,
how can I ask g.o.d.
to remove the stained pain of
YOU from heart,
when somewhere
OUT THERE
SOMEONE
is in a life or death struggle,
and would gladly accept
the strain of my
pain
in exchange
for another day!
I’m packing…
starting with saccharine sentiments
baby pink and lady blues,
confusing senses
and sensibilities
criss-crossing
tongues and buds.
yet I know the true taste of love,
it is bitter, raw, savory and sweet.
tart, like the bitter charm of a first kiss….
a perfect combination
of snickers, peppermint and pickles,
with the incessant desire to wipe
tell - tell grins from our face…
it is elementary pinky swears,
spin the bottle,
truth or dares..
i mean...
sometimes,
just sometimes
it's not gonna fall the way we like...
to be continued...
kdtaylor, 2009
section 8 coffee
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