we look for the rose
and thorns greet us first
hope for a beach day
and rain wins the bet
still we should never
stay inside with
perfect weather
or fail to share
warm feelings
or a swollen heart
ride any slippery fortune
when it does come
from both worlds all worlds
love hangs around noble gamblers
who have already won
before they ever lose
I love the stories a good fire tells the animated exaggerated far-fetched spoken with wide tongues of flame pops and snaps for side effects and some smoky dialog thrown into the face the eyes turn
I paint the bitter coating over my keratin carefully on the vulnerable spots in sunlight the tips of my fingers like the barrels of ten polished guns thin protection I realize against an enemy that
with virtues beyond words and forgiveness guaranteed more intimate than breath unfailingly loving and loyal How do you spell your best friend’s name? G O D or D O G