...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...