we
ache lonely nights or pillage dark farms.
to
have it delightful as to hold it deadly.
our
dreams by confetti our pantomime kisses
if
but trauma alerts fires. such excellent
waterfalls,
if but sheer nakedness, insomuch
as
desperate clutching; to cleave for deaths
to
have loved wires, so penchant, so floral.
burlesque
piety or estranged treasures or so
devastated
it took years: our hopeless hatred
our
cryptic silence, to divest our identity. it
would
be affliction, unraveled or purchased.
marquise
pendulums so captured by fury
or
abandoned to the lost and found. the axis
speaks
rain or chains in segments while waves
deviate
at corners. it was heaven such
aesthetic
waistlines or appropriate leniency
such
inappropriate torture; miserable
calligraphy
at hallway doors to find in love
a
sculptress. our years reflected in deep
fables,
as to listen so closely it became ghosts.
to
hurt like authors to live such aches if but
too
far into barns. such symbol, such ember,
where
I need to unchoke Love; this congruent
feather
at trenchant pearls while embers
increase
colors. taboo texture or alien angst
such
wounds this nix but deliverance.
