all
summoned theories
testing
the summer walls. i am your
affair
in the sky.
tedious
waves crashing against
our
again torsos and we are
compelled
to desire this, this.
red
sun sky; these branches
are
choking my art.
i
willed your nonexistence and
all
you could sterilize was this
awful
material stare. i did not
want
to pollute this page with
empty
water and broken bold
lines
so i ignored the togetherness
of
us. because i love
marrying
shadows with paint;
and
everything written is my thread
to
your voice.
velvet
songs of our ancient caves
and
heirloom heights.
