Illusionary

I'm rolling back
The poet words
Desires and all webs of
Harm's way

No need for metaphoric
Verse, the truth will serve
Just as well

Your love play
Taints me in my deepest place
Of passion scorched

Dead sand and empty buckets
Leaking brine
Ill stop crying now
My ocean brims of crusted salt

I'll close the door on my heat
Douse out flamed script
Illusionary at best
A poor substitute
For brilliant reality
Barring stark
Which mirrored back to me in blank

I should have known better
To miss interpret
It's the asp's belly I can't have
That stung