Sudden
for sadness: aloof to self; barely a whisper. There’s
much
undone, to fracture a sky, to back skip a fringe. I
thought
of gifts, the rift of flame, infused with your heart.
We
sailed, where we never left, confused by art. You
stripped
a nightmare, filled with angst, to live a dungeon.
I
loved an image, to meet a woman, skipping through
spiders.
I crammed, to study for nights, only to fail. I
never
met you, to paint a hospital, mourning oatmeal.
I shed skin, to witness love, a kernel
pleading futures. We
shot
for marbles, a half dozen short, strengthened by odds.
Nights
are outspoken, a dearth of day, to cuddle a memory.
But
I ever forgot, for hell was present, where good times
suffocated.
We’re sudden for hurt, and sudden for
fear, to wrestle for
brains.
There’s someone there, to plague sable eyes, scarring
tissue.
I resist to find, an attitude raw, a law unto self.
