A Tempted Isle of View

the need to resist

to persist with the lie

that I’m not a freak

hard to speak when I cry

the need for another

my brother was stolen

incest is best

lest we find our hearts frozen

their rules disobey

by the saying of truth

they want to deny

but inside us there’s proof

our joy will not frown

will not drown in the river

and the ice in their price

did not cause us to shiver

that tremble assembled

of passion and trust

was furthered by murder

attempt on our lust

Written by Jason Wright
April 9, 2018

Fawn

I need to sleep
but the boy in the field
won’t leave me in peace
or admit that he’s real
so I can’t close my eyes
until I have captured
the verdict of spies
that has left us enraptured
by twig and by leaf
by bird and by bone
by fall of rain water
and on him it shone…
the boy in the field
may never be real
but he looks like another
and they have each other.

Written by Jason Wright
April 9, 2018

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