Author Information
A Garden For Your Temple
Beseech the seeds then
I planted them all in certainty
Killed the seedlings
With otherworldly means
Strike a conversation
With ill received strict nine
Stroking the banister now
We were always this hungry
Now you can see that too
No more coy play dates
Dyed personalities cover up
The brain that's ashamed to love
A witch settles in the den
Bringing cauldrons boiled
Double dipped formulas forbade
Us from ever touching skin again
White galleons head west
Pure follows the color black
Just as sure as when
I followed a turned back
I let others do these things
Closed eyes can see then
What my open ones see now
A world blinding the timid of us
In bright lights
In late nights
We all get lost in our temples
