Poems In Progress

Double Not

I tie a ribbon in a foolish way,
draw on the most frayed,
pulling taut

our damaged heart strings,
hand painted with altered memories
where we still laugh
and wish…
for the dulcet notes of deceit to cease
and enough truth to get through
these knots in the web
we wove.

I tried to undo them
with my mouth alone,

gnawed at the ends,
loosened it up a bit
but it’s still tied

and bittersweet,
on my tongue remains
the delicious fragility of this travesty.

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