A softening comes over your persona
like the evening sunset in watercolour pastels
The knife blade wit, sheathed
no need to say, Look at me!
I gaze, satisfied, heart so full with all of you
I forget the empty abandoned shell, pre-56
the thin veneer of a smile
I used to offer, hat in hand
The mourning shroud slips off my hair
as your fingers comb out ancient dreadlocks
sprinkle moon dust and golden starlight
from the blue moon of your eyes
You feed me nutty laughter
substantial pieces of Oh Henry
I save the steak and potatoes of me
to sate your appetite on a future date, not yet set
I call, spill terror, and you speak peace
silence the demons with His word,
sing me to sleep from afar
with hymns and chuckles
stuff the black minions
back into Pandora's box
and hurl it all into the sea
of forgetfulness
Now we only cry for joy
weep for love
amnesia gone
we remember Eden
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