Saturday, May 30, 2015

As Vague as: “I love you.”

We falter gusto, a fist to wind, gnawing upon our palms.

I
scrape and scribe mirrors, immortalizing a name: as vague
as: “I love you.”

A ceiling is fallin’, birds are chirpless,
and ebbic our grief, a nightmarish blight.

Indeed, sorrow
is on repeat, devastating a prow, where print and blood
trickles upon petroglyphs.

I like you so much more—the
art: fleeing in place, squirming and gripping pride.

A cloud
and call, crawling into bushes, extolling something sacred.

I love you so much more—the pain: needling grain, lost for
wheat: as vague as: “I love you.”

I fail to see a pulse, dearly
adrift, and wondering: why shouldn’t I love you?—a life
flapping in the balance.

Indeed, I fall your joy, pleasing God
in our honor, ever to fly.

So light a candle, wail for love,  
only to rise, scaling a thousand walls.  

PS.

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