did you discover
the words of another
tattooed, like a clue left to crack
on your ivy-heart plaque?
such a crime
can weave water from wine
redefine, like a lyric through rhyme
what is flawed, what is fine
with such quickness to scribe
every verb, every vibe
of this, freshly-fused faith ..
lace it thin through my face,
so your teeth might untie
every thread, every line
of this, poetic lie.
