We, Deflowered

Left the locked ear
Flint was taken
My arms shook as the hinge left-hook.
And outer patience, out aplomb, and
Downer, doctor tore my thumb.
Too much a weight was trusted,
Know the flight thrust right to west coast,
wait for coat of arms to hold me,
under-dressed and over-disposed.
Run-round the edge of town in bow-ed nike’s anklet braces,
Smile out the found ego to convince me: over hill peek-a-bow.
Boulder ran me down and wound a spine for me to quickly fuse,
A growing number of former lovers took local shots,
Perimeter knocks peruse my shocks, and strut-about with
Filthy fingers to untangle frontier blues.
I left the line to trace me out,
Until my border-puncture fills no-more,
Healer left my top exposed.
I wanted only wasteland thoughts to grow into a basic knot,
A twinkle hitch my souls unto,
A fragile moment, steeped in hops,
and skips or jumps, of rocks pre-rolled,
off tops the cap, and pop and snap.
The turn of tap unwound the blood,
my sapling satiated ground;
I tainted peat to repeat bare, to tear my skin by rim of air.