Because I love the
you in our next deaths,
Because I rely on
the you in next breaths,
I come complete
with gravel bleeding—
With humanity
screaming,
with each diamond scraped,
with emotion more
draped.
Because I love the
you in our next deaths,
Because I rely on
the you in next breaths;
I have to change
again, the rain pouring
Into the sun,
steam flooding, scouring.
The medium is but
a vehicle, if to give ink,
One note, pure
silence, to escape the pain,
Bothered by
existence, an axiom, one drink,
Growing in your
eyes, trying to palm flame.
Because I love the
you in our next deaths,
Because I rely on
the you in next breaths;
Moving into
motion, about greater cries,
Too much to break
fantasy, too many eyes.
I can’t have what I
want.
I can’t keep what I
must destroy.
If given what I can’t
contain,
If would hurt—it would
break joy.
