delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

was her pure sweetness...
her candor

we ate
...

he loved her delusions
he thoughtthey kept her vulnerable
but they were constructed of the finest wire
they glowed
...

mispronounced
misinterpreted
didn't know there was a her
dawns, pink golden
...

the benign.... those who let it happen.....?
no.....
..... let 'em drown in whipped cream.....
having found maraschino saviors...
...

as a scarf that itches, irritating the neck it keeps warm....

parlaying/reconstructing
that wish
...

for pretty lies....
unless you're going to the soothing-sayer's....
and there are many...
avoidance is their art....
...

me heart out through me nose...
flailing...
less-than-sweet repose
is mine...
...

slept...then dreamed I was behooved...
awoke to find the floors
were grooved
with gouges, scratches,
...