Senses Treacherous

by Venkat

coffee tracks, fresh drops
brew memories over the brim
words in sweet, crooked wit
play echoes on the wall

the hand you held, droops
on another table, over a sin
words in happy leather
play hangman on the mind

eagles, flags, bubbling skies
open no more, from the lids
words in spotless coats
dart sighs, bats on the wing

roars under the rocks
songs over the seas
words held on the palm
wait in grief for silence

memories hold you never
so not my trusted time
lights have no edge
in your borrowed shadows

you are mine, yet outcast
you gave words, I trust
which I learned to cage

Image: gardenedging.club

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