Spotted Quilts
Spotted Quilts
Be that it
The lighthouse,
Which shows
The darkened man,
Who seeks out
The maidens end.
Her heart,
Be not his eye,
For it is her body,
That steers all that he is.
He hides his icy heart,
As his mystery and façade,
Trap her.
Save,
That which has yielded
Nothing but clowns,
And spotted quilts,
To which none but pain may yield truth,
and mercy.