she seemed low,
dying in a smile, resurrecting in a tear. softer music, in a curse word,
sweeter revenge, in one last tryst.
I’ve been closer,
in thoughts, I censure my cynosure.
subtleties, as
blinding, such a marvelous lyric; cagey, unstable, too balanced to see.
I’ve trespassed
myself, opening chambers, I see a face; tender lightening, red roses, bracts
tumbling from flowers.
so distinct a
lady, so wild a vixen, so playful during essence; as casual friends, entering
some permanent sentiment, we might hate each other.
never us! never to
die! so born to perish.
our parish rites,
our white wedding, to find it lives in poetry: finer language, afflatus
heartbeats, a wave into fixing our shames.
to hurt desert, to
siphon oceans, to love is so creative; be it reality, be it a dream house, I need
to be inside of us:
to winnow
authenticity, to apologize for intentionality, to bungee jump form up high;
as
incautious/casual souls, we love, shade, scream with such permanent
independence.
