Prominent tears jerking
My skin to its cropped
Beliefs. I emptied a signal
And determined Picasso’s
Redemption; arguments
With his lover’s lose
Arms. We were kissed
By humility and ruined our
Cried patterns to smile
At the dusted grounds.
You pointed at me and
Our disfigured shyness
Captured the faint bricks
And tore us down into
Under and over.
We never complained against
The rural tongue’s foreplay, so
We only kissed as far as
We could see.
