I snatch your angels
From the waves
Of a treacherous silence,
A box apart from
The residual graves.
As simple as a moon
Fashioned of clay
My self recriminations
Spring up helter-skelter
In moments overcast.
–
How could I have lost you
When I held on with all my might?
What can fix perfection
And if not you
Then what can I alter
Without covering up
These essential lies,
These transparencies
Which distinguish
One void from the next.
–
We were quite the pair
Miscreants starved for reason,
Two perfects eggs
In a cycling bath.
My courage no longer raw
I cling to a barren science.
Your kisses thieving worms,
Your eyes retracted halos
How can I die in the cradle
Of such a gorgeous silhouette?
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Unrelated to the poem I am having technical issues with WordPress. My notification feature does not seem to be working, so I no longer receive emails when someone likes a post. This feature is very helpful for me because I have memory issues and so I really hope that it’s not been phased out =(
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