~
*Where went utopia
As the years trickled?
How you wished for
Southern hemisphere
To see the way snowflakes fall
Your mind
A place of quite friction
But I can't mend a rift by telegram
Love is a miserable miracle
Fighting over the lighthouse
From the days of occupied Europe
It's lustre as
Brief as photographs
Left outside in the sun
Bloodflow wander, rise
Be wise, take care
Can we reminisce?
Near miss eyelash
These frayed edges
Love is a miserable miracle
I often shot off a flare
In the direction of conspiracy
They all fell as poison rockets
Became scuttled ships
In a water globe
On the day of the conjugal visit
You wore barricades to bed
There's a perimeter around your form
I went to reminisce
About the lines and patterns
Of your avant garden
In such severe drought
Palo volador—in motion with emotion
This is for our sins
Love is a miserable miracle
In piety
I reached across and felt the chasm
Before I felt your fingers
And there it was
Love sitting under the lantern's glow
A soft marauder reflection
Illuminating into the iris
Kisses past, kisses hence
Prima materia
It's a simple equation:
We twist the sun and sea
Eternally
"The linkage bonding
One to the other
And me to you"*
~
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 8:38 AM UTC
~
*Where went utopia
As the years trickled?
How you wished for
Southern hemisphere
To see the way snowflakes fall
Your mind
A place of quite friction
But I can't mend a rift by telegram
Love is a miserable miracle
Fighting over the lighthouse
From the days of occupied Europe
It's lustre as
Brief as photographs
Left outside in the sun
Bloodflow wander, rise
Be wise, take care
Can we reminisce?
Near miss eyelash
These frayed edges
Love is a miserable miracle
I often shot off a flare
In the direction of conspiracy
They all fell as poison rockets
Became scuttled ships
In a water globe
On the day of the conjugal visit
You wore barricades to bed
There's a perimeter around your form
I went to reminisce
About the lines and patterns
Of your avant garden
In such severe drought
Palo volador—in motion with emotion
This is for our sins
Love is a miserable miracle
In piety
I reached across and felt the chasm
Before I felt your fingers
And there it was
Love sitting under the lantern's glow
A soft marauder reflection
Illuminating into the iris
Kisses past, kisses hence
Prima materia
It's a simple equation:
We twist the sun and sea
Eternally
"The linkage bonding
One to the other
And me to you"*
~
Closing line in quotations by Nat Lipstadt. From his poem: inkling (an informed certitude)
https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5269777/inkling-an-informed-certitude
