Poetry By thine own hand

[Jabberwocky]

Wounds smothered with salt
Embers shoveled and entombed
Memories dressed with dream
Water poured to the ground

Who am I, death in many forms
Glorious deceiver, no longer concerned
When our love turns your face blue,
Do you lie to yourself, too?

 

[PtahTek]

When our love turns your face blue,
Do you lie to yourself, too?

I say yes to this.
Still processing post.
Forgive the old hardware it is a bit slow by today's standards.

 

[RareForm]

Excellent.