MY LOVE,
IF THESE POEMS TRULY ASSUMED A FORM CONCRETE
CONSISTED OF FLESH STRAIGHT FROM A PLUM
TO THE PIT SWEET
I'D CALL THE HEAVENS DEVILS
FOR NO WIND CAN KNOW THE LAST WORD OF A SUNSET
AND TREMBLING SAYONARAS HELP BAYONET THE MUDBRICK MOORINGS
OF
MY HEART
CATASTROPHE
FALLS FROM ON HIGH
YET ON AN ISLAND IN SAND YOUR WINGS ARE DRAWN
YOUR HORSE IS CAST HIGH
ABOVE
VAULTED
CLOUDS TO
CARESS THE HOOKS THAT HOLD THE SKY
AND WHEN THE WINTER WISHES TO TOUCH YOUR DEEPEST FLOWER
REMEMBER THE CAT LICKS ITSELF
TO CLEAN THE DIRT OF DAY




twin#2 comin if yall want it