red_dress600_606She only speaks in riddles
Fractious like the dawn
When it comes way too soon
Then fades into day
Trivialized by a nature
As cunning as the fall
When it shifts into winter
Shadowed and ashamed
Haunted by complexity
And this feathered life
This loquacious nothing
Streaming from her lips
Such traditional longing
Couched in uncertain terms
Like the Sirens at night
Drawing me deeper in
With tones of pure silk
And lies like sugar
Melting on my tongue
My words twisting like hers
Around a semblance
Of what we used to be.



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