Candied lips painted in lies
kiss an azure sky,
a mutinied heart leans forward to fall
relaying a stroll along the seawall.
Eyes follow a pale moon
shyly they imagine a tune
calling for peace and love,
rainfall covering like a glove.
Harpoon her heart while she struggles
spoon feed her dyeing thoughts. Troubles
dove like in their masked color give a
shove to lady Friday.
Hazel eyes follow the sun lingering on
coastal shores, waiting for a moon too far gone.
Screenplays tell of her lies, a nimbly avoided
roadway of cliched sayings loyaly quoted.
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