In a moment
not so pretend
the rapids fall,
I drown again.
A season might
your skin tear
with elements
in need repair.
I do not quite
know a delight
with your love
strong by side.
Always anger,
hurt, soar skip
to a music all
it bled my lip.
I think I’ll pile
miles of denial
on your back
to carry awhile.
When simple
were days time
love grew you
invade a mind.
No harmony a
congruent deal
has it a tarnish,
it lost all appeal.