Legends of Old

Hearken the Legends of old

Meandering as flesh turns to dry bones
Set upon forgotten stones
The curse of time can blunt a million knives
Can crucify our lives
But can never tincture a lover's soul

Charming Faces

Charming faces
Exchange caresses in blended spaces

Fools and geniuses barter places

And after another toss of the nickel

I pile my regrets on lacquered cases