how do i tell you
about the ducks by the pond that
we strolled on during evening’s prayer
with a promise of next time meeting
and mortifying stories as of late

and how do i tell you
that harsh as it may seem
the grass had turned pale green
and blossoms sprout into the ground
that none of this compares to you

and how should i tell you again
when i have to pack my bags and
send my daughter to college,
you were the one thing i have by me
and i slept onto your shoulder
weeping, but not in grief

but i will soon be
so how should i tell you
that i cherish the definite moments we share
and it seems naught to live
with the infinity in my back
haunting
restlessly
and maybe you should tell me,
with a wave or a smile,
that you feel the same way

You worth more than a thousand golden crowns
and continent wide silks
and all the brighter, wilting stars in the dark
and had you pulled the universe to you,
it will surely crawl under your thigh
as a machination made only for you.

And you worth more than the ten thousand horses that I had slain
and I pulled them onto your sheets
as whispery faeries gnawed onto its skin
onto its slippery vein
gory, but lovely all the same.

Alas, you worth more than another ten thousand of them running
hooves clattered across the impenetrable glass of auroral dome
and I saw you rode on another ten thousand that had not deserve you-

as you deserved gold and stars
and all the greater fury of this land,
not treachery and I.
Gold was the color of your ruse
and your words deify scorching stars into bloom
and you reek of rust — the finest yellow there was.

burned skin
charred eyes
mangled bones
patience running thin

granite legs
made to fall

dusty gray matter
inside the keg

wanting to rise,
wanting to drown
what difference would it make?

as a man he lay still
as a lover he goes still