My smoke-laden reliquary
Where dirt, grass, and mulberry stained flushed little toes
And breeze-sailing gnats buzzed drunk and hungry
Among the ashes of our growth
Errant host of my own nursery
Plagued by a means undeserving
That slithered and struck down a boy with his bite
Who stole from him light
To suffer a man
My deciduous prophecy
To wait, silent for long
Wading cycles through the dark
Pulling teeth makes way
For swollen tongue to invite
Words into space
I am
To flood the landscape with
Candles
To keep a warm trace of
Child
Sick
For only
Love, for only
Love
Fogging mirror, i write
She was there right beside
Reflections belie their foundation
Restrictions designed from the start
Her heart is a silo
Twisting its shape through the years
Carouseled choices showcase faces
Calloused, endured, held onto hope
For only love
For only love