that reasoned with the candles glow.
i flowed through the outside and
converted the lavender back into
a distant hole; where she howled and
i fell through her cracks.
we never really could,
sleep in our dreams...so i kept
us, limb by limb, fracture by broken,
little by breathtakingly
big.
will you be disappearing into
silver threads orchestrated
by that machine?
if so, i guess i already left you
after i
said
wrote
lifted, that.
love me, once more.
it will be the last.
