we blaze the moon
enchanted
despite whispers that
sun’s dead
of
lifeblood
lost
in restless state of
permafrost.
no single word has
meaning
this late
into rekindling..
promise wrought
with back
turned
to lifetimes that
won’t burn
away
despite all we do
or don’t
say.
i’m feeling boldly
horizontal,
don’t tell men steadying
time’s ladder
i’d rather sink into
sensation
then climb too high
to feel crisp
ocean..
mist my
lips-
rolling sun between
my fingertips.
in hellfire and
affection
may i extend
a kiss
for each time you’ve
been made
to feel..
Powerless
predestined to play
then rewind
waning summer
tune
as heartfelt as
hers,
sung as though i made
up every
word.
the spirit’s quiet
writes
peaceful music
played
in
privacy please
forget..
me should you
listen,
is curiosity the
reason?
the taste of dagger
dipped in
wine-
dusk’s forked tongue
slithers
up
my spine.
amidst involuntary
trance,
a mist shimmers in
my sightline-
eyelids wax
sealed-
collapsing space taking
shape as
clouds,
cheeks of charmful
children-
purplish and
plump
peer through
veil-
giggling arcane
replies
to questions not
yet posed.
unmasking symptoms of
social sickness
despite the risk to
my pride
if only to keep the wick lit
behind these
eyes.
looking forward to our
next first
kiss
i step backwards
off same
cliff.
hands in the garden 
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