I spill my blood across the hands
Of your ever-present, effervescent sentry.
We have a love that reinvents itself
A love like death without comparable end.
You are a fountain, a well of incendiary ink
Wherever our fractions meet, there is fire.
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Each night I brace for sleep,
For the cold armless shadows drinking
Secretly of my quiet breath.
For the moment I am alone.
My eyes skim warped surfaces,
My lips gesture incoherently at a satellite
That has sweetly forgotten itself.
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How could you forget her
When she has been afforded
No such luxury?
Would you forget the stars if shrouded?
How these veils embezzle and confound!
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Beauty must be wept to be understood.
For each revelation another claws
From the breech of what was thought
To be a grave, a grave never lies
A grave never seeks for what
It does not know it is content to ponder.
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