Bravado embellished saps flourished mundane; stiff sunlight smiles her mirror as she wakes to moth-flurried light bulb in dim-canceled courtyard – luxury lingers in powdered restraint. Disconsolate kisses from wayward lip-spray in flinging acceptance, erotic rejected. This local cantina cries swing in her hips, plundered of gold melancholy, lost beauty.
On Monday’s tired morning’s ceramic-hanged jars, broken colored on ceilings spinning souls aflame, bananas and yucca and white rice with meat, swing from a violin’s string. A viewing is scheduled for later this day – a viewing of fruit-covered rustic mill wheels.
Yet it all feels so saddened, her lover’s kiss trembles, as brittle illusion unwaters this flora.
This pale grassless cover of stray disillusion seeps starless in severed restraint. As she rose to the ceiling to fling wronged religion, this truthfulness finally noted her end.