...Dangerous Keepsakes...

...A ring, a thing, a scented pouch

a lie, a fib, straight from your mouth

you knew it then

you didn't know when

I would stop

and call you out...

Now these things

I'd like to fling

back in your face

and remove the taste

of curdled words

so many absurd

instances when

I called you friend...

I am not innocent, here

and my darkest fears

hosted my own false words

of sin

spawned my own ulterior wins

when ego reigned

and friendship feigned

to shine its golden pink light...

So I'll wrap these things

and the feelings they bring

up in a cloth real tight

on this Harvest Moon Night

Down to the river I love

and release them

my dangerous keepsakes...