Amnesty

Paper isn't always blank.
Its lines may be blurred,
By birth translated.

Yin's shadow eclipsed me
His wings out-stretched
His eyes, a cool azul,
Kindled my terra-cotta bones
He howled;

"I believe dem bones are me."

My heart thundered
My spine chilled
I cackled like Mr. Kurtz on laughing gas,
Then muttered;"Why?! Oh, why
Didn't I take the blue pill?!"

I blinked.

My cheek was sodden.
My pillow wet from Yang's tongue.
His eyes, a cool azul,
Gleamed with a husky's affection.

A little Viennese girl pet his back.
She wore a collar round her neck.
Her leash held by an old man from Glibovac.
I salved them with a smile.

(c) 2011