Last supper....
Clandestine they sup
from the lifeblood of each other
behind the veil of words
….their arrows drawn….
with smiles delivered
born deep into the well of heart
where tears of life
form Poems ..from fantasies
there they seek and find
……the heartache sitting……..
in the orchard of possible scenarios
..... contemplating.......
a getaway from the puppeteer
a way to cut the strings
without the knell of death ringing
in the ears of a lost conscience….
at the last supper of their love.
