Fig Leaves


There's a new world in your eyes
sheathed by a curtain of lies
falling tears spiked with whys
hand-in-hand - mine in yours:
rich me, poor us!

drop your shell
shed your leaves,
escort the night
let's walk into the light

here is life born
a veil for a nun
reverence resides in a knell
as skirts host Eves.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem