Aclear in her prism, pleased to accept so, fatal struts her nerves
Her poetry was being a wreck, filled with silence unwanted
puncturing
Unending overroom, something she hadn't provided to be is
unknown even if beauty
And never will we blame her spurnings, yet something of her
slows thick
Hard in return she mounts me, in now who we love is sacred, in
thrift
As one in merger, the god we seize is otherness her foil, and
exemplar
For here we dream a love so deeply to be meant, as lived into a
fetus
Weaning life from the path, informed when of my season, my
entrance asleep
My wake in its pasture, the yield where we stream, flavoring the
airy chill
In feeling cool as height, dissembled among us my fear between
VOIces
To honor my absence with waiting in arrest, to pry further its
encroachment
Its medley of spite, where seeding darkly from myself has
bloomed bitter
Unable to pervade wholly, yet knowing of our way who cuts us
off unbeknowns
As if their thorns now impinged the gate, and asleep to their
harm
We not dreaming their quiver draw long from its tips, expecting
the next
The settled taste in the mind, offered up from dear unsettling her
womb
In my incurlment, the silent balance aligned to the other, of
mutual law
So pliant we incur grace, as straining for a waiting, at times the
strain
Wears glamour, taut and spread flanked apart, come entering in
me his stake
So humbly are we put to shore dissolving in your urge, so final
you enmnror
