in you my artistic
becomes
an affair with god. i am
this page’s monogamous
lover and
it, my velvet breathed
muse. i am
your forgotten golden
cracked wing
and i will never be
broken by
the memory again.
backwards again against the
walls
of her portrayal eyes;
that sleeping
beauty never disturbed me
when
i was awake.
so the full of the moon
became our dark light.
