Unfasten
love and sidereal motions. I scream so heavy. I
water
so gently. A side of me is death, tearing mountains,
afraid
to blink. I’m low enough, composing love, blaring
Adele.
I never knew, a ton of years, seducing misery. She
cries
my name, yanks a heartstring, pulling at fingertips. I
love
her music, afloat a dream, as coquettish as love. I’m
dying
a newborn, twisted in life, a mystic blizzard. Such
abandon—and
reckless thoughts, holding it together.
If
not for love, the fairest impulse, and my heart is gone. I
see
her, hiding worries, where I guide this nightmare. Has
it
happened, a slight transition, a feyic shift; for something
lives,
enlove with depth, tugging at an inner prison. It’s a
mirror,
a seraph’s coal, something organic. I get lost,
clawing
back home, waving at a psych. I can’t escape, a ton
of
change, a land of crops. Coffee is but reason, to spark a
cigar,
craving something long gone; for it was comfort, a
mother’s
words, a familiar harvest. I sing a new song, to
nibble
a new fruit, to reap a new self.
