West to West Collection XXIV

She found a heart wrapped in paper

while it fluttered as fish out of water

the evening amiss of its daughters

wore the grown soda of the atlas

and all of his world in her hand

she was that hatchet woman

cooper mending his bother

the byline read his initials

so she knew of his land

where grass greener

is much Coca-Cola

tracings happier

on a date chat

to her laughs

She fetched the moon

as it crawled along roofs

so it blinded her eyes soon

to becoming my dark smooth

she's a blind pig who stays true

Training in her range

of an emotional climate

perfected by her signage

that read her heartbeat rate

a face she met no telling day

held his lust in earmuffs afraid

for a klatsch not nulling her pain

would deafen allaying the strange

he outliving the backdrop; his fame

only colours she painted him in sane

so she's his life to buy, misses bargain