heartbeat
eyes, longing at its gaze, losing what it desires.
so
much scraping skies so bled empty too hurt to gaze.
plush
velvet lights dear remorse as letting go as it screams.
into
its greatness soft into its weirdness while unlit or at
gray
faculties; certain to release many raw decisions as
why
would it destroy? unwise wicks pure benthic webs
it
was first dishonor. a soul looks forward by gray river
to
have loved so much danger. crystal windows silver
fibers
or glass persons—to shatter in destiny to live out
misery,
where speaking hurts too much. to come to arms
sure
fever, sure fires, a damn yo-yo! at buried scars, it was
oh
so wonderful—certain turquoise-jasmine inner mistake.
burn
soft into a grand issue—or attest to weather we kill;
weeks
at dark spaces, frantic in skin—it must be to feel.
