Will Meet Again

Will Meet Again

Arranging for a sniper
in murder land―
to buy peace.

Human voices were
forbidden.

You look absolutely
cozy in fragrant mode,
sitting eyes wide open, under
the jasmine shrub.

Raising the conscience
money for no guilt.

Now sit beside me and
listen to the pinnacle crumbling.

Naked as a moon, I don't need
clouds to cover my scars.
A watertight, flawless promise
with destiny was made of―

Incontrovertible friendship.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am on this journey to find peace, and I appreciate my close friendships right now more than ever.
But the phone is off the hook, and a part of me does not feel like showing scars right now.
"Human voices forbidden"
This is such an absorbing piece of writing.
j.

[John Cardwell]

Another delightful poem! I love to read your mysterious veiled vignettes. :)