Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

January 2, 2010

Fragments II (“Unprotected”)

                    U N P R O T E C T E D

every moon tonight is so straight up

that it hurts to look up

& worship.

Cold winds blow near-black wisps

of clouds  hard  South

like veils finally flung by fists.

Cold winds will strip our disguises

“Beach Beauties” laid bare.

The sea will see that..and saw that

What’s left of  raw beauty,

Not stolen by cold air, and

unveiled,  will fare well

Unseen.

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