Segments of Missing
Titles are captured by us
And Delivered through
Stables of crying horses.
Meeting your skin was
All I remember.
You are my path to
This darkened street
And my piercing confides
In our broken heat.
I am italicized beneath you;
bleached sand
Swimming across your
Knowing eyes.
Eyes coloured with grief
And grief dances boundless
In my destructive
Healing. Inspecting within us
I am freedom bohemian
Beads rolling down my
Purple lit spine.
Eyes are watching
It's fall.
