brutish

To unfold thoughts on such a beauty would be brutish.Hard handed and coarse I walk by. The heart stings as each step rings. To breathe, to whisper, it is much more difficult. Truth fumbles on lips. Sun sets on your golden hair.My whisper is swept away.The kiss is stolen by the forgotten wind.

Fool

Fallen and forgotten fragance of the untied hair left y0u spinning. How could y0u fool? With windows closed and eyes opened you stepped past the whisper and kiss. Not your fault as you found your fist. Pitiful. Tears not sworn by promises leave you feeling a bit rotten. Swollen and tired you stab at it one more time. No one sees as you dizzly leave.

tooth

slant eyed and stumbling I approached the dawn. Not what I expected but I was not dissapointed. As the new day approached I wondered which feather to pet and which tooth to avoid. I was not bitten nor was I sworn. Much the same had happened,but it was new as the first time. I swore I would not make that mistake again.