>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

yea, #2.