the metal is poised:
upright, red, defiant.

the glow is muted,
inhuman    /.
       the garden
is tired; it asks for
forgiveness.

the metal is poised:
the leaves disperse—
frightened./
       the valleys crawl into the sky.

the metal is poised:
you’re/     like a dusty,
aeroplane
window: i see home falling
away
       away
              away)

I’ve

seen love

In movies, viewed parting

lips, glances

through a glass—

To know:

I’ve never felt

the heartbeat of another

sync alongside

mine

But my

mind, it holds

Skin, salt, of sea

waves who may feel the scratch

ofthe sand for-half

A second, to then

be dragged

away,

how many,

I ponder, are alike? It must

be an ocean wide,

those

For whom this

ache is commodified. I fear—I am

A blossom, bearing

fruit, which knows

it will fall

soon;

It is but a

matter of time before

I am crushed

underfoot... .

saline drops,
concealed scars,
forever rending into our hearts,
//until we inevitably fracture into the stars.

The vibrant greens
of that first bloom.
frost wears, shedding
solitary tears,
warmth erodes—even
the strongest facade.

she was temporal;
she poured like a loon and
splashed on
warmer and blanketed white;

the folds crackled;
she disaffected—

that colour,
acquitted in your
smile,

that time,
quieted in your
softness,

that coldness, tacit
in your
hands).

Over there!
Floating drop of honeyed sap
suspended in a web
of blacks, cloaked in
sallow darkness,loathe
to all mortal entrapments
poised in death’s clutches.
But the skull, weathered,
safely wise, resting
on a veil of lace
Will watch the
sins of our sons,
Our lives slip
into dusk