dark
horse standing alone but in a
together
moon. you are my broken
and
i would never love you in whole
pieces
ever after. short lived beautifully
decayed
moments; you spoke petal
scents.
and during the wood working
we
disappear into ourselves but i am
alone
and you are watching the slow
deer’s
of designs fading grey.
bare-naked
nothings but my
pores;
it is a horizon cleavage
ready
for you to melt in my me’s;
all
of me’s. your peace eyes are my
meaningful
word worlds.
