And there, to pray for it lost
-in all short shattered twilights touch-
grumbling
is your ego
raindropped petals in razor nightfall
with raw sheltered
(and driven in
to roses) bodies left
alone in watch
full eyes
: hunting in the after :
where your heaven
has buried sallow croweyes
-so altered crimson-
in haste, dripping (your
rosebud smile,
but lips never) senseless
fury had always but
farther from /daisies are dead\
drown
ing
when you sleep (and then
a newborn's heartbeat
grows older still) they
spark a meadow
and we ignite
screaming tearing falling
to where [and the whys
of your dream, felt disaster]
it had once begun
to end it falling into "we-make-love,
a graveyard flower" wilt
inside a fading summer, frozen
in moments
