To Heal

drips may fall violently from his kiss
but those wounds do not bleed until they heal. . .

Scarring bonds
Foundation’s bridge
I darn my lips
thread bares’ edge

held as harmless
violence falls
anxious quiver’s
intoxicant cure.

heartbroken anguish
pools dry
scabbed as I am
bonds mending

terse muscle builds
head high turning

turning
heels a dervish magic
walks away


paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

Connie Karleta Sales

artist, poet, educator, public speaker and thriver! Smiles and unpaved roads are the way I roll :D